It's like a landslide.

Forcing my rib cage open just to fit itself inside.

Seeping in through my open mouth and

piling,

rock after rock,

until I can't feel my body anymore.

Far too heavy to move.



It's an icy, rigid tide.

Casting all matter of facts aside.

Drowning in worries but somehow still

smiling,

and giving small talk,

until there's no more sand left on the shore.

Far too helpless to hide.

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.