The Dead Weight Of Empty Poem by Tiffani Williams

Standing on the edge of the town
with suitcases filled with nothing
because it's most like me
it looks like something is there inside
but it just isn't anymore.

i need to get out from the wright of this place
no one ever talks about how heavy is
maybe they want to impress
but no one's fooling me anymore
we're not all body builders after all.
it's bound to wear you out sometime.
you're bound to fall.

sometimes the heaviest weight is
the weight of letting go
the weight to be happy
or sometimes just the weight
to pretend it's not heavy

once i get out
maybe i'll smile
you won't be there, hypocritically, judging me,
when my burden gets too heavy
filling me with the emptiness of not being
able to impress you
by holding my own

you whispered
'it's okay to breakdown.'
but you never wanted to see me cry
not because you cared.
but because you denied your own weakness.

i thought you were strong than this
when you offered to pick me up
i let you, assuming you could

maybe i gave you more than i realized
or maybe i didn't realize the heaviness of my emptiness
or maybe you didn't care enough

whatever the reason;

you dropped my emptiness
and didn't offer to help me collect it
who knew empty was like glass?
now, i'm learning shattered pieces of nothing
are heavier than a whole

i'm waiting for a train
i'm sore form the strain
and everytime i see you
you make me emptier than before

and i need something to put in my suitcase.