I’m tired of trying to hold back my weight.
Keep myself from crushing you
With the weight of this heavy heart.
Tired of being politically correct enough
To hold back myself from sharing it with you.
Sharing all the broken and bleeding pieces.
All the heavy down dark I’ve got.
I’m sorry for the slowly holy rolling of my tears.
I apologize for the shaking and the shivering.
I regret the repetitive self-destructive motion I found myself incapable of stopping.
I’m sorry this fell on you like a torrent storm.
But I had nowhere else to go.
Nowhere else to go.