The weight

I wonder if I do this to myself..

I drink the drinks I shouldn’t be drinking

I think the thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking

I wonder, I hope and I complain

about the sun, about the snow and the rain

When things go well

I’m scared everything will go to hell

When things go bad

I make myself sad

I blame everything on the hurt

and forget that I’m about to burst

Until it is too late

and all the weight

comes crashing down on me