Weight Collector

Pile it up—don’t hesitate

I’ve been built to take the weight

Every problem lands on me like gravity that never sleeps

Every crack you try to hide is something I’m forced to keep

I’ve been patching holes in people while mine split beneath the seams

Still I carry every burden like it’s something that I need

You collapse—I intervene before you ever hit the ground

You don’t hear the way I break when no one else is around

Every ounce of pressure stacks until it’s crushing through my chest

Still I nod and say I’ve got it—never showing I’m a mess

You don’t feel what I hold inside

You just reach while I provide

Every time I pay the price

You don’t see the sacrifice

I’m the weight collector now—pile it higher, watch me stand

Breaking slowly, never showing, doing more than anyone can

You take everything I give and still expect what I don’t have

I’m the one you lean on daily while I’m falling just as fast

Never asked for this position but it’s where I always land

Being everything you needed turned me into less of a man

I’ve been giving past my limits, past the point of being whole

Now there’s nothing left to offer but the fragments of my soul

Every favor turns to pressure, every “thank you” turns to more

Every open hand you give me is just reaching to restore

What you lost inside yourself—I’m the fix you always use

Till there’s nothing left inside me and there’s nothing left to lose

Every crack I hide away

So you never feel decay

I absorb what you can’t take

Even if it makes me break

I’m the weight collector now—pile it higher, let it crush

Feel it grinding through my spine but I won’t ever let it rush

Into something you can see—I keep it buried out of sight

I’ll be everything you need even if I lose the fight

Take it all—I won’t drop

Even when my lungs just stop

Built to bleed—built to bend

Carry you until the end

Stack it high—test my frame

Turn my loss into your gain

I won’t fold—I won’t run

I’ll be standing when you’re done

(half clean / half scream)

If I fall—does it matter?

If I break—who would gather

All the pieces that I gave

Just to keep you all in place?

I’m the weight collector now—this is all I’ve ever known

Turning pain into a structure, building strength out of the stone

Even shattered, even empty, even barely holding form

I’ll be standing in the chaos like the center of the storm

Pile it up…

I’m still here…