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stress
I need someone to talk to
I feel so very stressed.
This morning I was so confused
I'm surprised I even got dressed.
One of my best friends is a cutter
She promised me she's not.
I feel just like I'm dying inside
losing everything I've got.
I'm not sure how to cope with it
I'm shaking with anger and fear.
Slowly my sanity's dying off
it's going year by year.
Everything that I once knew
Just simply is no more.
I maybe winning half the battles
but I'm losing one big war.
If I knew ow to cope with stress,
then this poem wouldn't be
I'd have the best day of my life
and all would be great with me.
