Stress is what I feel
Panicked left and right
Am I doing it right or wrong
I need to up my game
To get it right
So much to do
So little time
No time to be myself
What can I do
I breathe the flowers
Out the candle
Nothing working
I can't think
The simple things
It new to me
As much to you
I need to sleep
Why so young
Not even in high school
I haven't thought in a while
On the computer
Tik, Tap! Tik, Tap!
Early morning
Late nights
When will I sleep
I don't know
Skip a day
Piles of wood
Ready to get chopped
Feels like I broke my arm
Nothing more nothing less
When the last I called
Headaches forming
They expect so much
So little time
I can't keep doing this
I can't breathe
No air around me
Why is it so hard
Why can't I think
I hurt all over
Nothing I can do
I'll tell someone
I'll take a break
For awhile
No more stress
I can breathe freely
No more hurt
I came back
And finished
The pile of wood
Pile after pile
Not even a splinter
I breathe the flowers
Out the candles
I feel relived
From all this stress
YOU ARE READING
Words that speak from the heart
PoetryI have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart
