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.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Book
Poetrythis is a book of either my poems or some poems that I have found that really hit the heart
