There's a weight in me that doesn’t have a name
There's a weight in me that doesn’t seem to leave
Yet my chest tightens so much i cant breathe
Yet my hands shake with no rhyme or reason to believe
There's a weight in me that doesn’t have a name
This weight drags me down to my bed and makes me late for school
This weight fills my mind with awful thoughts about myself
This dread in me whispers in my ear saying the same phrase
Why don't you have the strength to fight for yourself?
There’s a weight in me that i still dont have a name for
This weight comes and go faster than my energy can recharge
Im a walking spirit with no will or motivation for life
Sometimes i ask myself “what if i follow this thought”
“What if I let it take me, what if i…”
There is this weight that still lingers within me
I wait for it to loosen its grip on me
I wait for it to feel lighter
But it never does
In fact, it grows heavier as the days pass
There is this weight that i can no longer name
I stopped asking what it wants, i stopped arguing back
This weight sits in my chest making it hard to breathe
There’s this weight in me
Yet I've grown too tired to fight back
Maybe this weight is every word i could never say outloud
I still don't know what this weight is
It brings me to the darkest of thoughts, deep inside my head
Ones i never knew i could think about
Ones that make it harder as the days go by, year by year
Maybe, maybe this weight is too much
Maybe i should quit right here and now
No one would notice
And to those who would, they would move on
Maybe it's time to let this weight go
Maybe there's no way out anymore
I scream everyday but maybe there is no road
The door in front of me is laid shut
But im to tired to force the knob
I never thought of the perfect name for this weighted object
This weight that took over my life since day one
This weight that holds me down, not just to my bed but much deeper underground
This weight that not only i hold, but many around me as well
I was just the first to fall
This weight was never named, and never will
Because anyone who makes it far enough to find its name
Ends up in the same place i sit in still
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Author:
Luna Hebron (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2026 06:43
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
This poem speaks of a darkness that develops the person and weighs down upon their soul. Very nicely written.
This one works for me - "Come ye, who are weak, and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am gentle, and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
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