#burden
All I do is dig up pain.
I am heavy.
Please forget me.
I live in my head,
stay in bed,
pretend.
No, I do not understand.
This is my first time living with this.
Everyone seems to know
which road to take.
Can I borrow your map?
I am still standing at your sign—
waiting, wishing
someone would open a door
and tell me
what comes next.
Please tell me
what comes next.
Tell me the water is safe.
Tell me I will not disappear
if I jump in.
Until that day comes,
I keep staring at the door handle,
wondering
if it was unlocked
the whole time.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
I frolick in the dark, to understand light,
I shed tears in the light, to access darkness,
To find the true meaning of my own existence,
In this world laden with both burden and delight.
And let them collide as my time passes by,
Hoping to understand what living is all about,
Before I heed the final call of the dying light,
And face the verdict of my drifting soul's plight.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:41 PM UTC
their burden is heavy
those who carry nothing but words!
their burden is heavy
those who drag two worlds with a storm!
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
i get enough of the understanding
for how much i can go without carrying anything related to my past
the realization of how would my future imitate the present?
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
And then the weight
on the shoulders
became a burden
to the soul.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
I remember being plagued with knowledge,
From too young an age.
I loved asking questions,
even when I got sickening answers.
I wrote,
like I do now.
A constant in my life.
I wrote this one story,
about a boy.
Looking back, it was disturbing for an eight year old,
The world fell, and the boy watched his family,
get torn apart by monsters,
and all he wondered was where their souls were?
I worried,
about death,
not the act of dying, so much as the,
endless abyss that lacked any sensation,
that I feared would ensue.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
voices slip beneath my skin,
etching scars I never show.
they weigh me down,
a chorus of shadows
gnawing at calm.
they linger in dreams,
daggers scattered across silence,
and I wake pierced,
still claimed,
still carved.
they echo longer than grief,
stacking walls I cannot climb.
and I am small,
buried beneath their sound,
falling into the chamber
of their endless resonance.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
There are mornings
I wish I could shed this skin,
leave it on the bedside,
and walk away, lighter,
without the weight of everything
that makes me me.
Maybe then
I could look at myself
with the gentleness reserved for strangers,
a softness
only granted to someone
you’ll never truly know.
Someone I could never truly be.
And when they ask,
“Do you remember who you were?”
I’ll smile,
softly,
as if speaking of the dead:
“Yes, I think he was kind,
but always carrying too much.”
I would no longer be
the burden of me.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 5:32 PM UTC
we are so eager to see the good in people,
we are so discouraged to find the bad,
we are so elated to be with a partner,
we are saddened when it isn't the right one,
we are so easy to give in to trust,
we are so hurt when this is broken,
we are made to say "yes" to that man on one knee,
we are burdened by others when we say no,
we are dragged by the soul to love that man,
We were happy when we finally found our inner peace with it,
and can finally breathe now he is off our chest.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 5:51 PM UTC
I wish they could understand
what I’m going through
by feeling what I feel.
But then again…
Would you want your loved ones
to carry the weight
of your pain?
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
my only way of saying sorry
has always been making myself suffer
im sorry for being too much
i tell your lips they can silence me
but your hand will always find its way to my mouth,
instead
i'm sorry i can't give you enough
i tell your heart to say what it needs
but i found no place for me there;
even your stomach does not hunger for me
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
If you say a single wrong thing,
Just because you want to tell someone
About the things that you go through
Without saying much
Even if it didn't seem too wrong,
Things like,
"I did something stupid"
They will tell you things you already know,
That you don’t want to hear.
And you will be caged,
Trapped,
With nowhere to run.
You will feel selfish
And miserable
And guilty
Just
Bottle it up,
Keep it in,
And they will never know
How much you hurt
How much you hope
Sure, it’s hard
But
It’s better
That way, you won’t be a burden
You won’t hurt them
Like you hurt yourself
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
Last time I asked.
I was a burden.
This time.
I won't let you carry me on your shoulders.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:01 AM UTC
you see perfection
when you see all of who I am
I see repulsion
when I simply look down at my hands
I cant look in the mirror too long
without verging on fainting
but you stare and say I look like I belong
in some famous painting
that you would pay for someone to paint me
tears ***** my eyes
you say no amount of money would be worth my beauty
I start to break down and cry
you tell me "baby no, dry those tears"
but I can't help it
everyday you calm another fear
for once I believe I can be fixed
you see me through rose colored glasses
but what happens when they fall away?
after those pink sunglasses fall,
will you stay?
I don't know why you love me
Im such a mess
I don't see what you see
because baby,
I'm a burden at my best
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 8:59 PM UTC
I have not deciphered the code,
but a single line
“We project the worst on those we trust, and fail to do the same”
Those thoughts and feelings bubble out, unto the strongest hearts.
At a mere small cut, or sideways glance, the fireworks go off.
And maybe to those, who experience less
or have overcome the past,
It’s easier to lash out and cry, than those with fractured backs.
And so we hold, the truths ice in our chests
the bitter cold and heatless breaths
I wish to shoulder, to another
but a flash of light and splitting scream
I believe, you all, to be a dream.
I see not only the eyes of the frayed
But the empowered who sit upon chairs of greed
And maybe, yes, it be unfair to judge
Those who take advantage of their functioning brains,
Smiles and laughs genuine without refrains.
I could not explain- no I could not linger
But I wonder how, as I sit before you
My eyes gone gray and my bones quite brittle
How do you not notice? Is it ignorance? Bliss?
Cause how could you ignore me?
Ignore this?
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 9:29 PM UTC
high functioning depression
not something that is easily detected
it’s not something you suspected
i’m the last person you’d expect this from
i was dying for so so long
you thought my life was picture perfect,
but didn’t you know a picture is worth a thousand words?
in those times i remained silent
i was fighting
back and forth deciding
whether i should take my life and,
should i give up trying?
death became enticing
you never saw me crying
i put my pain in writing
i spent all that time denying
help…
i was so unwell,
and it’s not something i like to admit
i don’t want to identify as being a sick
person
cause then i wouldn’t be deserving
i would be considered a burden
i would hate to think i’m hurting
you
i kept up this facade, in fact let’s call it a lie
showing you one thing with a completely different mind-set
that was my prob-lem
i couldn’t catch my breath
i was planning my own death…
i considered it just getting on with life,
you know, the ups and downs, you laugh, you cry,
but it’s all about the patterns
i would be crying and crying when nothing happened
a simple thought would break me to pieces
and no i wasn’t just in my feelings, i was drowning in the deep end...
something was holding me down
no colour in the world when i looked around
silent in my room, but my thoughts so loud
convincing to you, yet so filled with doubt…
i like to tell myself that it was just a phase,
cause it doesn’t affect me as much these days
i’m changing myself, now that i’m aware of my mind
all those dark thoughts seem to just pass by
and i think i’ve learnt my lesson...
but maybe it’s suppression?
then again, it could just be high functioning depression...
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
who is gonna say the unsayable
such as
we are failed
who is gonna admit it
we are just like that
great responsibility comes with great burden
who is gonna hide it
or deny it
or wait for it
that we are here for a reason
say who is gonna
tell it
share it
the unwanted
that we are failed and sad
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
They say lies are bad things,
but are all lies born of harm?
Sometimes the truth is like a blade,
too sharp for the heart it must touch.
So you soften it.
You bend it.
You hide it.
So they can smile a little longer.
Maybe it’s wrong.
But you love them.
You want them safe,
unbroken,
happy.
You lied for them.
Is the love behind that worth nothing?
The carefulness of the hand that shaped them,
was it not lovely but a murderous intent?
If a lie conceals a painful past,
wraps it until it can be swallowed,
does it rot into evil ?
even when it was born from goodwill?
And when the liar alone carries the weight,
the sleepless nights,
the silent guilt.
does he deserve blame
from the one he tried to protect?
Perhaps it sounds selfish.
Yet his heart knew only love,
and love alone.
Does that love mean no value ?
So I walk to the man in white robes,
with an angel’s voice.
The preacher.
I ask him if such a lie is sin.
He pauses.
Stunned.
Lost in thought.
Then softly he says,
“It is not for me to judge,
for I, too,
am a sinner.”
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
Lift this heavy weight
off my chest.
I can’t breathe—
why can’t you see
how the world
presses down on me?
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
Self isolation will be my death.
here’s to hoping
when I do retreat
it’s physically painful
our words are strained
and boring
and when I let my guard down
my anger lashes out
tears. not all mine.
maybe I can hide this out.
but nope.
another desperate plea
to stop. just please Stop.
can’t we get it through to you?
I can’t say it enough
stop hurting us
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
Who’s gonna take care of me today?
force me out of bed
and food onto my caving stomach
listen to my wailing
and screaming
what a crazy *****
no one wants to be the
***** sitter
how loud and annoying
everyone takes turns
shoving pillows
to hopefully dampen the noise
I don’t blame them
its a punishment
to be the
***** sitter
i understand
i can’t seem to live with the skin I’m in
and I hate to burden others
but sometimes the evil slips out
faster than I can clamp my hand down
only so many scratches can live on my skin
before the ***** crawls out
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
I’m drowning in a boundless lake
no docks or boats nearby
I scream for help
as bubbles claim my throat
not even my insides are dry
the surface froze over
I’m stuck in time
its not long until the lake
takes my last breath
as my feet tangle into the weeds
the idea of swimming with the fish
seems much easier than
breaking the surface
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 9:54 PM UTC