It was the day he wanted to die, and none of us would let him.
Everyday I bear your burden, and I don't mind, but please leave.
That day my best friend left & never came back quite the same, you got heavier.
The textbooks & notebooks are mad at you because I haven't talked about them the same since you came around.
To the one who makes my shoulders sore, I know exactly where you came from. I still can't seem to say it out loud.
I know this has been your home for a while, but people are starting to notice, I think it's time you go.
To the bricks in my backpack, goodbye.
I love the idea of the burdens in our lives being worn like a backpack. They truly do take a toll on us physically and emotionally. I really liked this idea of letting these things go. Well done!
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful and tragic and raw and i admire the way that you acknowledge sadness and release sadness
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic. I think we should all get rid of the bricks in our backpacks.
ReplyDelete"To the one who makes my shoulders sore, I know exactly where you came from. I still can't seem to say it out loud."
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