What is this feeling. You think about how life would be for other people if you weren't around anymore. But you know you can never go there because you know it will kill your parents. The responsibility is too great, you can never afford to just leave. Perhaps I'm the one that needs to let go? What is this feeling.
There's just so much.
What if I cried a broken heart?
What if I cried of the weight from her?
What if I cried of the weight from him?
What if I cried because I just don't know?
A hand on the shoulder, the weight of all the love in the world.
At the end of the day, it's just me anyways.
