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.
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Author:
kaez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Stress is everywhere and it affects everyone. There is no avoiding it, it is the inevitable.
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