Im a bolder on your shoulders
A tree that never grows big enough fast enough
Im a brick that hit your glass window
Im the stones that hits your eyes
Im the world that smashes you until you turn to ash
Im something that never leaves unless I vanish
Im a Burden
A huge load
Just baggage
Something you can\'t even pick up to put down to rest
Im heavy
Something you can\'t keep holding
Im glass
When you try to pick it up you get stabbed
Im a Burden
To my mother I wish she knew how bad I feel
For her to wonder if Im still here
For her to think im still breathing when my breath is short
For her to pick up the phone one day reporting I have gave up
Because I can\'t be alone only god knows why
Because I always end up crying
crying for the mother I feel that ill leave
Cry all the tears for her so she can cry less
Crying for how I was such a load on her back
Crying because she never treated me like that
I never thought she has noticed but Im a noose on her wrist
The more you pull the tighter it gets
Her blood circulation may be cut short
If I don\'t get better my heart will be broken
For my mother the one who never left
The one who loves me best
I want to see me like she sees me
Because then I would not want to give up
Im a Burden
I should be put to rest
But now I know
Because I heard from the best
What cuts her circulation short is me letting go
So I should hold on for as I know
So my mom can smile never to worry
So I can have the chance to see what she sees
A beautiful smart girl who knows how to breathe
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