* The Stress of Life is Killing Me *
On the verge of dark depression
I need to wake up and revive,
Although I continue to breathe right now,
It seems I'm not alive.
Task after task,
Never-ending work,
It's bound to go downhill from here,
The prescence of death still lurks.
High school can kill you,
I've felt what it was like-
To have the stress build up you,
I cower back in fright.
Overloaded with taunts and teasing
From so-called fellow "class-mates",
They are no less than enemies,
No reason for them to behave this way.
Why are people like this?
The hate happens every day,
No one understands my words,
My cry of this dismay.
It's not that I want to die-
Or end my life purposely,
The want of escaping the stress
Just drags me down with glee.
I can't escape it's talons-
The grip is way too strong,
Should I let it now consume me?
Or should I fight it long?
Maybe I can win the battle-
Maybe I'll defeat,
But what if the foe becomes the victor-
What's to become of me?
I'll be trapped in work and debt forever,
A prison set apart,
So I'll take the path of battle,
It's worth a try to embark.