And it's with a heavy heart that i walk everyday, for the parts that i have to endure and the ones you have to as well,
Your pain is mine, but mine i hold alone and hide from you and the world, I fold it carefully, like letters i'll never send and tuck it beneath my ribs where no one can read them.
So I smile when I can.
I stand when I must.
I carry what I carry in darkness,
hoping the sun never asks too many questions.
There are storms I swallow,
thunder that never leaves my chest,
and nights where my reflection does not recognize the strength it is pretending to have.
