my arms are weak
my legs cannot carry this weight
my heart is heavy
with no one to help me carry this burden inside me
so i crawl into bed
and cry myself to sleep
no more words
no more hand shakes with alterior motives
no more families with conditions
i just want to feel the times slip
all the shame
all the days that hurt so much
i look around, i look.
this is mine.
you cannot share this death.
all the pain inside me,
you'll never own.
and the love of anyone
would prove i wasn't as hideuos as i am right now.
there is on one.
i am done.
empty hearts come from empty gestures,
this gesture is filled with promise.
