Stress

by Mollie   Dec 17, 2011


The pain through my body awakens my soul
My feeling and emotions turn crisp as coal
My hands and wrists tremble with shake
My place as a human has slowly shot down to break
More problems thrown on my tormented heart
I have had verbal illusions in my head from the start
I am beginning to sink in a cradle of regrets
The pain in my body is increasing as much as it lets
My whole personality is starting to undress
This little girl is dyeing from stress

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