Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Stress

I feel at times that you don't know
You cannot see the life I lead
And even though it's hard to show
You cannot see the tears I bleed

The stress, it feels in hurts and aches
I cannot sleep at times you see
And as I die, my heart it breaks
The weight of worlds it seems to be

My life a wreck before begun
I fear unknown which lies ahead
My greatest wish-to see the sun
I strive to learn, I've made my bed.

In merely days the world will change
I pack my life with little time
I feel I must, to rearrange
My life a mess just like my rhyme.

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