Life is short.
How does one do so much, so calmly, in a short amount of time?
How do people cope with an overwhelming amount of stress?
How am I supposed too?
I am drowning in the life I created.
It is as if I am being compressed in a box, and I am the one responsible.
I can\'t breathe. My heart is weighing on my lungs.
My mind is weighing on my body.
I am collapsing.
I want to fall to pieces so I can be rebuilt.
I am the broken needing to be fixed.