Tragedy is not a contest,
But, if it were, I might be able to compete.
My life is one tragedy after another,
It finds me no matter how far I run.
No matter how many times I scream, “I’M DONE!”
I cannot take anymore!
Can I not just breathe a normal breath of air?
I do not ask for this despair,
Each time I ache just the same.
Each time it’s harder to bear the pain.
I feel like the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders,
I look in front of me and I can only see more boulders.
I am afraid soon I will break.
My heart can only withstand so much weight before it dissipates.
✌Gia Marie 2017 ©