I never asked to shoulder your weight
But here I am
With every burden I take
You don’t give a damn
You assume I don’t feel
Because you read what I wrote
You assume I am healed
You’re wrong. I stand here broke
I strive every day
to give you my best
I cannot make everyone happy
So, let’s put this to rest
You don’t see a broken heart before you
Here I stand
All you want to hear is what you say is true
I am just a man
Since when I aimed my words without it being justified
You claim to know what lies deep inside
I cried rivers of tears alone in my room
You don’t understand, you just assume
I listen to every song that describes her pain
Where is my song? I hurt just the same
I did not deserve all these lessons I got
Still, I learned, rooted to this spot
Words are interpreted oh so differently
Every style of cursive is placed intricately
What you see and understand is not what is meant
Will you accept this, and all the time that is spent
I am tired of explaining every movement I make
You’ll say you understand for understanding’s sake
I will stare off into the night and think of long ago
Just move on, while I try to let this go








Powerfully penned, Fia. Could feel these words my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian ☺️
There is true and honest pain here, so palpable I can almost touch it.
Thank you Detritus ☺️
A powerful piece written with heart blood. An empath can feel what is Hidden behind the words. Vibrations speak louder and clearer than words. Great work Fia!
Thank you, Sappho, appreciate that:))
One of the hardest things is trying to help and being pushed away.
Great ink, friend.
Thank you, Nick;))
So true. I can write it down…to give me release for the moment at hand. But somethings live on forever. You can’t delete it. I wish I could. Oh no! Another thought coming on!!!
I just wrote Edit My Life after writing my comment.
Haha you were inspired? cool
It seems that a lot of times, when I comment on someone’s work, the way I relate turns into my own next submission.
It happens to me sometimes. I enjoyed it.
Thanks
I feel this. The weight of another persons sorrow. A moving piece.
Kind regards
James
Thank you, James;))