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the month of stress
as of yet i feel the weight of my stress
building up inside wanting to run and hide
living alone in a world so cold
feeling i may never find someone to talk to
someone that will understand how i feel and love me for who i am
every day becoming closer to the edge becoming more easy to budge
wondering if anyone cares anymore
feeling like my life is one big closed door
for the anxiety i endure i feel there is no cure
sitting here alone wanting more than a friend, but something more
trapped in a situation i have no control i slowly fall into an endless hole
shit happens and i must move on maybe someday to find someone but who knows maybe my life will change and things won't feel so wrong
