Why am I stressed?
Why am I freaking out?
Why does this bother me?
It'll happen eventually
Why not now?
I asked for help
So why am I mad?
I can't figure it out
I just know I'm about to explode
Sick of secrets and pretending
But scared of shedding that protection
And I run to you
How can you help?
With so much distance between us
I didn't want to keep getting hurt
Yet when times are tough
And I'm sinking ever lower
I find I turn to you
When I'm locked in panic mode
There's plenty of others
Who I could find strength from
Closer and nearer
Some harder to lose
But when I'm scared beyond thought
And I don't know what to do
You're the one I trust
To pull me off that cliff
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Burdened: Vol. #11
PoetryNot all of these poems fit this title, but most of them do. Many of these poems are from a dark time of my life. I felt I was dragging my feet through life. Every conversation I had it felt like I told some lie. And each lie felt like a brick I carr...
