Heavy on my chest
Whenever I do so much as breathe a little ,
the weight of all the things I did comes
crashing down on me ,
and the all the things I didn't do comes
sit right on top of my chest ,
Heavier than the fragile hope I was
holding on to ,
And now I am heaving once again
It's terrible now than before ,
Cause I know the bliss of breathing freely
But now I am panting from the past
I tried to run away from ,
And I begin to regret ever moving at all
Perhaps ,I should have stayed still
Perhaps , I shouldn’t have tried at all
Perhaps ,there is no place to runaway to even if tried....
God, I am heaving once again ,
gasping for a future beyond my grasp ,
a future free of my past ....
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