There is a tension building against my chest.
It makes it hard to breathe.
If that grip loosens, I feel that my lungs will collapse.
There is a massive weight on my shoulders.
The burden of the world is on me.
I carry it with no way to put it down.
There are chains around my heart.
The guardian from the hurt, and then keeping everything in.
The key to the lock, lay hidden away.
I have walls around my mind.
I'm scared to let anyone climb them.
I'm afraid of what they'll see.
Bottling up is hard.
Letting go is much harder.
There just needs to be a chance for me to be free.
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