I don't know if
I can do this
It feels too heavy

I know I can handle it
My past
Can attest for that

But I feel my hand slipping
And I need to hold on

What if I let go?
Will it be as
catastrophic as I think?

Love, does your heart ever get too heavy?
Does it beat slowly and you can hear it loudly?
Why does it happen only,
when someone so close to you,
says things for which you weren't ready?

Sometimes
I wish I wasn’t born
ever thought of
so I wouldn’t 
have to endure
put through all
this pain or
all these storms 
that are in my mind

Lost in a sea of words, drowning under the weight.

a feather, even
if anger was a boulder
i rather shoulder.

the burdens weigh heavy,
and women cry in the streets,
this is a world broken by many,
one where children don't eat.
the downtrodden are giving up,
men dream of war in their sleep,
the one percent are ******,
and it all weighs on me.