There's something about me. Something special.
I carry something with me no matter where I go.
It follows me, and as many times as I've tried to pretend it doesn't exist, it reminds me with salty downpours that it's still very much there.
At night, sometimes the weight becomes unbearable, sometimes I just need to break
and let go without anyone seeing.
It's silent, heavy, and potentially deadly.
It's something that I carry with me everywhere.
The storm inside will rage on, and one day the clouds will part.