Heavy. Everything is so heavy. I could not believe how a simple person, a small entity such as myself is to be expected to carry such burdens, such big loads, and be well at the same time. I am amazed at how unfair the world is, why am I burdened with such heavy responsibilities.
I feel like I couldn't go on any longer. Something must be done, something must change. Last month, I was fired because a customer complained about my work, but the management didn't even bother to investigate, the rug was pulled under me just because the customer was a bit influential.
And today? Out of all days on the calendar, my landlord tossed away my things including myself into the cold and wet alleyway. Today of all days, it's supposed to be a happy day for me, it's my birthday yet it feels like everything has reached the end.
Oh, wait, end?
Maybe I should just end it all, the sufferings, the unbearable predicament that I call life, maybe I could finally know peace.
That's why I am on the edge of this ledge on top of this building looking at the pavement further down, I couldn't take it anymore, nor wish that I should.
But as I took a step closer to the edge, you caught my hand and pulled me back.
The warmth of your skin and the worry in your voice took me back to Earth. And as I held you right back, I realized that I could not leave you alone in this cruel world, maybe there's still hope if we stay together.
It's you and I bud, you truly are a man's best friend.
This is in response to @mariannewest 's freewriting exercise which has a prompt : Heavy.
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