Poem: Burden

There is nothing left to say.

I tried to give it my all, but I still came up short.

What can I do to make it right?

Is the battle worth the fight?

The circle is almost closed, but I keep trying to erase the lines before it close.

How many times can I do that without tearing it?

This paper is not as strong as it seems.

I am already halfway wearing out form the trouble of me.

 I always thought that I wanted this, but it is starting too not be as clear.

The quiet no longer scares me, it makes me feel whole.

My wholeness is always my weakness.

 Can I make it to another day, or do I need to just run away?

This is hard for me, but is it hard?

I do not know.

This a burden that I just must bare.