Head is Heavy
Head is heavy with the load of pressure,
The pressure that I bought unwillingly.
A burden passed from hands I trust,
Now rests on me, relentlessly.
They say it's life, this endless fight,
To pay the debts that hold me tight.
Each step I take, a sigh of pain,
And every dream, a fading light.
Once I walked with hopes held high,
But now I stumble, wonder why.
The weight of bills, the cost of time,
Leaves me drowning in a silent cry.
Middle-class dreams, now feel so far,
Crushed beneath this heavy bar.
I wear a smile, though deep inside,
I'm lost in waves I can't outride.
Depression whispers in my ear,
You'll never win, it's all too near.
I long for peace, but find despair,
In every shadow, every stare.
I didn’t ask for this, nor choose,
The life where I was born to lose.
But still I stand, though frail and small,
Fighting debts that never fall.
Perhaps one day, I’ll rise above,
With strength unknown, and unseen love.
But for now, I carry on,
In a world where hope seems almost gone.
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