The many things that happen in me is where I get so confused. How could a body so tiny carry so much baggage. How could they drag around that dead weight and not feel it drowning them. They can't let it go. But who's fault is that. The suitcase that he lugs around is filled with a crushed heart and broken promises but what is that. Does he keep it to store the new baggage? Or does he hold on to it because it's the only fragment of his past that he can hang to. Boy, it's making you weak, it's dragging you down. Your spending too long searching for your crown. You use it as a crutch and a Debby downer pill. But what you need to see is that it's making you Ill.
