Carrying Your Weight

The weight of carrying you is becoming unbearable.
My shoulders are sore…I’m on the verge of miserable.
It’s impossible to return to ordinary.
I’m over you already.

You are always reluctant to communicate.
If I ask you a simple question you hesitate.
I can’t play your games anymore.
You’re not the person that I used to adore.

You love who you’ve become, I don’t though.
Your life has become a constant show.
I’m tired attending.
This is the last one…don’t expect me to be there until the ending.

It’s time to start carrying yourself so you’ll see what it’s like to feel heavy.

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