It's like a whisper
In the back of my mind
A quiet pressure
That wraps and weaves
Around my bones
Tightens without warning
Like a storm cloud
That never breaks-
Just hangs, heavy
Holding everything
Under its weight
Under its weight
I am tired-
Of explaining
Of pretending
Of pressing through this pain
That nobody else can see
I carry it
Like it's mine to bear
When I never asked
For this
There's a knot
That lives in my chest
Tangled and tight
Twisting, turning-
It pulls
And pulls
And never lets go
And it grows slow
Like roots
Buried beneath the soil
Spreading in silence
Sinking deep into the dark.
I am tired-
Of explaining
Of pretending
Of pressing through this pain
That nobody else can see
I carry it
Like it's mine to bear
When I never asked
For this
I am tired-
Of explaining
Of pretending
Of pressing through this pain
That nobody else can see
I carry it
Like it's mine to bear
When I never asked
For this
There's a knot
That lives in my chest
Tangled and tight
Twisting, turning-
It pulls
And pulls
And never lets go
And it grows slow
Like roots
Buried beneath the soil
Spreading in silence
Sinking deep into the dark.
The pain is quiet
But it's there
Always there
A quiet burn
That never dies