So stressed don't know what to do,
you think it will stop,
but it only gets worse.
Your scared inside,
don't know what way to turn,
you only know,
it will never get better.
Desperation to feel okay,
desperation not to worry,
desperation to feel happy again.
You know how to fix it,
but you let the pain go on,
for somehow it makes you feel a rush inside.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
So stressed don't know what to do,
you think it will stop,
but it only gets worse.
Your scared inside,
don't know what way to turn,
you only know,
it will never get better.
Desperation to feel okay,
desperation not to worry,
desperation to feel happy again.
You know how to fix it,
but you let the pain go on,
for somehow it makes you feel a rush inside.
#Stress
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