Things seem small now, don't they?
Insignificant.
Worthless.
Small.
How do I change things?
How do I make things better?
I am but a person
amongst a sea of pain.
Seven billion people's pain
sitting atop my shoulders.
I don't want to carry this,
but I'm not sure I can set it down.
The weight, I mean.
Do other people feel this?
The weight, I mean.
Does it only encapsulate me?
The weight, I mean.
Is it just me?
The weight.
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Butterfly Kisses and Other Miracles
PoetryPoetry about a girl and her thoughts. Poetry about unsaid yet so sorely felt emotion. Poetry. Be gentle. You're holding my heart.
