Heavy
This I know:no matter how heavy my heart may feel,it is not an anchor.Even ships that weigh 100,000 tons still manage to float.I am not fucked up, there just hasn’t been any wind in my sails lately.Nobody has ever seen the bottom of the ocean. But there are little girls who know enough about what hearts look liketo draw them on their notebooks every February 14th. There is something to that. That all our hearts are generally identical.We may not suffer the sameBut we all suffer.I used to want to die.But I realized that the sun rises every morningto smile its brightest for everyone.And if the sun can rise every morning,just to give,I can rise to any occasion--even the occasion to live.