Everything seems hopeless
So much pressure
Building up more each day
It all my fault though.
I pressure myself
Trying to keep my A in honors math
Trying to figure out my life
Trying to stay sane.
I feel like I’m going to crack soon,
And not emerge as a diamond
But as ash.
In pieces, floating everywhere.
I can’t talk to anyone.
My mom would take it wrong and think I’m messed up.
My dad doesn’t understand or know the true me at all.
I have no close friends, no best friend to pour my heart out.
So words become my friend
Helps with the pressure
But not for long.
Soon my chest tightens again and creeks trickle down.
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I feel this, the pressures of life seem to only get worst. tfs 🦜