my back is killing me

the weight is unbearable,

curving your spine so far back that your insides have to rearrange.

breathing is nearly impossible,

and the pressure on your shoulders cause your arms loose all blood flow. 

your industrial strength, army issued, hiking back pack is full.

and has been since the tenth grade.

a brick for every bad day,

 for every mean thing you say,

 for every time you cause unneeded drama.

a brick for ignoring a cry for help,

a brick for blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong,

 for the accident you almost caused after school,

 for not fixing things when you had the chance.

 for every relationship you break,

and a brick for every little mistake you think you make.

carrying around all this useless baggage.

for what reason?

you don't know where else to store the bricks.

i guess you'll need a bigger back pack.