A weight so heavy it feels like my chest will collaps, a darkness that fills my eyes.

Wondering everyday if it'll be different or better, but I know it won't

So I fight the voice in my heart that says I don't have the right to feel this empty.

That so many people say I am great, that I am so loved, how they will always be there,

but it is those same people who watch me drown in sorrow.

I want to scream, hoping that it'll change something, that someone will hear me,

but hearing me isn't the problem. It is finding someone that cares.

I guess I will just have to continue to sit under this weight, wishing and praying that 

someone will hear me, and that I won't drown in this ocean of loneliness forever.