I am able to carry everything while appearing to carry nothing at all. I carry suppressed emotions that bubble and churn until they topple over the edge. This is an often occurrence late at night or even during the early, early hours of the morning. I lay in bed, with the things I carry weighing on me like the weight of the blankets and sheets that lay spread across my chest. The weight of the things I carry grows as the nights tick away. So heavy until the weight of the things I carry come tumbling down, falling apart as I lay there and watch, paralyzed. My chest is heavy and my breathe is quick as tears begin to fall. I'm to left to pick up the pieces of what I carry. It is all place before me to battle with. The feelings of regret from a