I Feel the Weight
Sometimes I feel like I’m bleeding to death,
slowly dying as the present passes me by.
I’m stuck within this cage because of the things that I have done,
but punished far too harsh for one of such a strong life.
A more powerful love to boast,
a most righteous path is mine.
If only I could find a way,
to not miss passing time.
Hold on without me please,
and forgive my absence when I return.
Maybe we can still do what we need,
to try and fix this world.
We have so many memories still to make,
games to play, laughs to share and things to taste.
I cannot wait to live again,
and shed the weight of this life of pain.
Because I am broken without you,
but working just enough to proceed.
It’d be easier to just lay down and die,
but that just isn’t me.
So never forget that time still goes on,
and one day before you know it,
I’ll no longer be gone.
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