There are so many things that make me feel heavy.
They fill me up and I swim, I swim, and I swim,
But they learn to swim, too.
My tears become thick as lead.
They stick and refuse to come out.
I rub my eye, but they know they are safe inside.
Out here, they will slide down my face, and fall.
Once, I felt too much, but I turned it off.
You can’t have it all, I think.
All or nothing.
I can be warm and full of feelings or cold
And full of hollowness.
Hollow, but no space to fill.
Isn’t it beautiful how the world
Is so large and people fill all the space
In between but you can put yourself
In a corner of a room and stay
There forever, just like that.
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