Too Much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
I’ll cry my lonely tears
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
I’ll cry where no one hears
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Up will rise my fears
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Until sorrow is a gear
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
My world is becoming sheer
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
I’ll cry my lonely tears
We all have days where everything is just too much and all you can do is cry alone on the bathroom floor. Sometimes those days feel like their our last, that there is no tomorrow. But there is. There is always a tomorrow. I don’t care if the world is burning, if the sky is falling. Even after the most devastating wildfires there is always a small tree. Be that small tree. Cry on that floor, cry all you want. But in the morning, wake. Wake for the wind in your hair, the smell of the flowers, the songs of the birds.
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