The world is weighing on my back.

It feels like the world is weighing on my back.
Like I'm being pressed down to the earth.
I can't help but slouch, when I'm in these conditions.

Even my favorite things to do can't cheer me up.
I've hurt someone bad when I didn't mean to.
What am I supposed to do?

But I won't give up.
This isn't the end of the fight.
My stomach may lurch,
my heart may tear,
my soul may ache,
my spirit may break.

But no matter what happens,
no matter how torn up I get,
I can't start feeling sorry for myself now.
I've come too far.

I will always get back up,
and try again.
I will always come back again.

No matter how much my heart begins to sink into my chest,
Or even if the spot begins to feel empty and abandoned,
When it aches, and when it screams,
when it gets me to sob on the floor,
I'll just cry it out.
Sing it out.
Dance it out.
Draw it out.
Write it out.

Because no matter how bad I get it, there is always someone who had it worse.
I have to be strong in what I believe, and I have to perservere.
Because if I don't then my life will be pointless.
Living on like a puppet, going through the motions but not feeling anything
is something I would rather not do.


I can break this cycle of pain, though.

And I know you can too.