I ask for help when I’m upset.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You’re tough, you can handle it.”

That’s what happens inside.

I start feeling that lump in my chest.

I want to break, I want to cry but I know that no one actually cares about what’s going on inside my head.

The baggage, the weight.

It’s crushing me and I’m frustrated. I carry all this weight alone and trying to pass it off is more work than it’s worth and a waste of time.

My cross to bare.

Get over it. Stop being a whiner.