Stress Is A Killer
Stress is feeding on me;
Sucking out my soul.
I feel my body weakening,
it refuses to let go.
I'm going to kind of pale,
blood is dripping down my arm,
Tears are falling from my eyes;
a pain pierces my heart.
I'm confused,
and don't know what to do.
I want to end it all,
but you don't want me to.
Living life is fine,
but stress makes it though.
Your smile used to make me happy;
now it's not enough.
Stress is killing me softly,
and putting me to rest.
But I'll try not to leave you,
I'll try my very best.
This is a poem I wrote today from everything that's bottling up in my mind, body, and my soul. I love to writ poetry but it doesn't seem to help when it's all bad!!