Stress Is A Killer
August 9, 2011 in Poetry, Teen Troubles
Stress is feeding on me; Sucking out my soul. I feel my body weakening, it refuses to let go.
I’m going 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 tough. Your smile use to make me happy; now that’s not enough.
Stress is killing me, putting me to rest. But I’ll try not to leave you, I’ll try my very best.
nadia said on August 20, 2011
this is a really good poem and i undestand exactly what u are expressing in this poem infact i feel the same as i get stressed really easil
Laura McGee said on August 28, 2011
love this poem it really speaks to me …..would love to tlk
georgia o\'brien said on September 24, 2011
its a really good poem i understand
everything u mean
marwa said on October 20, 2011
this is deep. I really like it and I can kinda relate to you..