I have this backpack, this invisible backpack that I carry around with me.
It hurts my shoulders, but I can't just set it down.
It’s MY invisible backpack!
This backpack holds everything thats going on.
Every little thing that happens in my life goes into this backpack of mine.
My invisible backpack,
holds everything,
every event,
every word
and every happening.
The lovely memories float to the top, helping keep the backpack lighter.
While the heavier, harsher moments sit at the bottom.
Holding me down.
Slowing me down.
How to empty this heavy backpack of mine?
My invisible backpack!
My invisible backpack stops me from living.
Stops m