Stress
Has turned me into such a mess
And to all the church goers
I'm just another sinner to bless
And to the beautiful people
I need to be thinner
And to all the geniuses
I need to be smarter
Sleep has become impossible
My tears almost unstoppable
I'm sorry I'll try harder
Stress has made me such a mess
When I can't sleep
My thinking gets deep
And I watch the seconds tick as I wait for the alarm to beep
To all my teachers
I'm just another failure
To my parents
I'm a stranger
To my friends
I'm a shoulder to cry on
But who do I have to rely on?
Stress has made me such a mess
I'm leaving at dawn
I stand on the edge
Ready to jump
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
