Don'T Sink Me
Why did you, friend, tell me your secret?
I mean you know I can keep it,
but are you trying to break me?
Don’t you see the broken girl I see?
I can’t handle any more problems
since I already hit rock bottom,
but you want me to carry your load,
traveling down that nightmarish road?
You expect me to be your Atlas,
don’t you know that’s so thoughtless?
You know the troubles I’ve seen
and you know I could never be mean
so you push this burden down my throat
while your own free conscience goes afloat.
I can’t stand by to accept this ball and chain
for more tears to fall down the shower drain.
You say I’m the strongest person you know
that’s because you never see my face of woe.
After our nightly goodbyes, I close the door
only to resume fighting my internal war.
I want you to know I feel guilty inside,
your suffering too cannot be denied.
It’s just what’s damaged cannot mend
and certainly cannot be your best friend.
From you I must run
oh, how my anxiety has won!
I wish I wasn’t the coward I am,
but I know the flood behind the dam.
This known outcome was written in the skies
from this experience become wise,
friends unstable as a paper plate
shall never hold your deadweight.
Copyright © Chelsea P. Stone | Year Posted 2017
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