My life is a mess
So I'm tired of telling myself that
The stars will align
Because I've carried the weight of the world on my back
I must be made of the universe
To have broken into so many pieces
I don't know how to be strong
So I will never again believe that
There is a heavier weight I am able to carry
I know that for every misfortune
We are molded in ways that are intangible
And although I wonder what I am made of,
There are questions that can't be answered
But I have accepted the fact that
The floor struggles to hold my weight
I wonder everyday if
I am supposed to be here
But if there's anything I'm certain of, it's that
I don't know how to repay the ground that carries me
(now read from the bottom up)
