Im carrying more then I should.

Im scared of who we’re becoming and the bombs dropping too close to home.

I don’t want us to be afraid of ourselves,

but we are keeping the gates locked from the people we need to save.

The snow melts a lot quicker now, never sticks for long.

The sunlight feels uneasy on my skin.

I don’t pick up the phone because im terrified

the voice on the other line will tell me someone else I know is lost.

The more people you love, the more people you lose.

Im too terrified of what’s happening in the world

to worry about what career im going to dump in the remainder of life I have left.

How does anyone sit still anymore,

how can any of us breathe?

I’m carrying too much,


let me sleep.

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