I carry.

My bag isn't heavy It's just... Pain is what my shoulders carry. To all that burden that lies They never knew... How deep the scars carved my thigh. Is it worth a diamond To dig what's buried And experience happiness when the world darkened? Am I still worth a dime? If I told you That I don't feel my worth as her daughter. I carried things alone They never knew... My bag isn't heavy My heart is.