There are stones in my shoes, not the small types that dig into the bottom of your foot or slide in between your toes. But the big heavy types pull you down to the floor and ground you in an unwanted way.
There are stones in my hands, I am holding them tightly. I am trying to hold on to what is left of the girl that moved out of her parent's house. But those stones in my hands, are pressing circles into my palms and threatening to break the skin.
There are stones in my head, they keep me on my pillow in the morning. I stay in bed because my head is too heavy to lift off my mattress.
There are stones in my stomach, I am not hungry but also never feel full enough. I keep eating stones, and I keep getting heavier. I am afraid that one day I won't be able to get off the ground.
