I can feel the weight of all the pain and afflictions crashing down on my shoulder.
Breathing is heavy.
Smiling is heavy.
Talking is heavy.
Knowing I’m still alive is heavy.
Everything is just way too heavy.
Nobody ever tells me that things would turn out this way.
I feel like a little girl,
playing by these adults.
I feel like a broken doll,
fooling by this tricky world.