Sometimes I Find pt.2

Sometimes I find myself feeling invisible, like I am crying out for help but no one can hear me. A transparent figure that becomes a last thought or a warm memory when you need someone to help carry the weight, and I always help carry the weight. I am the second choice, the constant, something that will always be there no matter how many times you push me away. But you forget that I already carry my own dead weight, forget that vulnerability is not only for people who wear their emotions like their favorite winter sweater, forget that I have fought in battles that have nothing to do with me, forget that sometimes you just need to take a moment to breath.