The Weight

While i lay awake,
this decision i must take,
to return my compassion,
trade away my agony,
and resort to everything,
lost and found,
like a mumbled speech,
a crumbled belief,
to take away all the pain and grief,
and replace it with deceit,
or burn the depths of flesh and meat,
but i still stand strong,
through all the fuck ups,
no one can see the weight i hold up.