Still Carrying It All

Voices in my head, telling me to let go of my past self, all the traumas that kept burning in the back of my mind. Chained by own freedom, I was nothing but stains that left behind. Sometimes, this feels so light and yet so heavy. So loud and yet so quiet. The void was staring back into my soul, I was screaming in colours, who am I? Where's the end of it all? I'm still waiting for an answer. My house is on fire, of thoughts and memories. Yet, I sat there wondering, why am I Still Carrying It All?