it's weighing on me, crushing me.
it's overwhelming and i wish i could share it, but i can't.
(it's my own.)
i always wonder though, when it will run its course - when the tears will dry - when the wounds will heal.
the answer is never.
(i have so many.)
if there were a light that you could shine on it, on me - to show it, to see.
i think i'd be full of bites and sores and marks, whip lashes, raised bumps, bruises and scars.
sometimes i think i'm nothing but damage.
