Felt positive, sure, and moving.
Put on the mask of happiness.
Always a burden.
Opened heart bared not hardened.
Thought people actually cared.
Always a burden.
Tears come easy and often.
The quiet of being alone is deafening.
Always a burden.
Soul is tired of hurting.
Just wanted a life to call my own.
Always a burden.
This wasn’t eden the garden.
It was a facade full of loopholes.
Always a burden.
Trust that was stolen, returned.
It was false and misleading.
Always a burden.
Picking up the bricks again.
Putting the wall back up not letting in.
Always a burden.
One day, will truly be happy again.
Others will love me for who I am.
No longer a burden.
love to bake 
Keep up the faith my friend, tomorrow holds alot of promise and you can embrace it as it arrives! Thank you for posting this your writing is amazing and heartfelt…
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Loved her evocative mood…
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