When something is heavy it's hard to pick up; they like to tell me to lift with my legs. That I was strong enough.
When I finally pick it up, I had to carry it. They told me to keep going.
It wasn't bad at first...For a while, I stood against the gravity that was constantly pulling down.
For as long as I could I stood tall, and I stood strong. But then things started to crumble.
Most people can fight the pull for their entire lives, I was born weak.
My arms got tired, and my legs shook with the weight of the world in my hands...
I was on my knees now, instead of helping me they told me to back up and keep going. They said, "if I really wanted it then I could get it."
They kept repeating themselves over and over but they did not make one move to help off the ground. Not a single hand was offered.
I was drowning And they were standing 3 feet away telling me 'learn how to swim.'
I was crying and they didn't seem to see and if they did, then they didn't care. "Get up and keep going," they told me. "What's stopping you?" they asked again and again and again.
And I tried and tried but I couldn't seem to get back on my feet. The end wasn't anywhere in sight.
Everything was so mixed now up help me I screamed over and over again until my throat was raw.
"It's okay, nothing is wrong," they told me
"This will pass," they said. But nothing is passing and it's too late now, I've been on the ground far too long now.
My mind has become so heavy that even the strongest would waiver under the weight. And I know I was weak before but now, I am broken.
They couldn't see me at my weakest no matter how hard I cried or how loud I screamed.
They didn't see me at my weakest.
All they to do was ask one simple question:
"Are you okay?"
I would have answered no
And maybe just maybe, I could have been saved.
For as long as I could I stood tall, and I stood strong.
But then things started to crumble
And now, it's too late, my time has passed.
I couldn't bear the weight any longer. I have fallen for the last time.
I'm dead now.
