Losing it

by Shaina Ahenger   Jan 9, 2005


I'm ready to break down,
Once again.
Stress is itching beneath,
I feel like screaming,
Until I lose my voice.
I feel like punching,
Until my fists start to bleed.
This anger,
It won't go away.
This hurt,
Won't disappear.
Everything I'm praying for,
Dreaming for,
Hoping for,
Isn't coming soon enough.

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