Too Much Poem by New Girl Dark NewGirlDark

They say feeling is a gift,
but no one speaks of its weight.

Of noise that travels through the bones,
of words that never leave,
of goodbyes that last for years
even when they were only moments.

Everything arrives stronger.

Sadness does not knock
it breaks the door down.

Worry does not visit
it moves in and stays.

The whole world seems turned up too loud,
lights burn,
voices scrape,
and other people's emotions cling to the skin
like cold rain that never dries.

Crowds are exhausting,
conflict is exhausting,
carrying every wound inside the chest is exhausting
your own,
and sometimes those that were never yours.

And while others move on,
you keep feeling.

Feeling too much,
remembering too much,
loving too much.

As if your heart was born
without the armor
everyone else received.
@newgirldark