Bricks

Its dark out. 
You are laying in the park, with nothing but forgetful dreams and black tears. 
You are cold and alone, counting the endless stars.
Wishing you could be up there instead of down below. 
You feel a weight added upon your chest.
A weight that is never ending.
A ten ton brick, a brick called sadness.
It adds and then multiplies, everything building up inside.  
Cringing, and struggling, you want to stand.
Get the damn brick off of you.
Why don't you?

                                                                                                                       Because you are stubborn.

You are frightened.

You want to feel, but sadness is all you know.

Once you realize those bricks that have held you down for so long, are light as a feather

Feathers called happiness.

You will be laying in the park, with nothing but dreams and tears of joy.

Wishing you can take back all those wishes.

Once you realize the positive in yourself, those bricks can no longer hurt you. 

After all...

They don't say "you are strong" for nothing.