| June 15, 2004 Stress by: Rosalie Truong |
| I lie awake on my bed thoughts come and go through my head problems come and go, endlessly through my life stress how am I suppose to deal with it? when it is here every seconds of my life? when will it all be gone? it comes though through things I can't imagine getting things done on etime will I turn gray in the hair? no matter what I do, it's still there how am I suppose to breathe? to take in a few seconds of fresh air when it forms itself into smokes and wraps around my throat, I can't breathe, I start to choke who is there to save me? stress is everyday's daily chore it's there everywhere I go it follows me, never leaving me alone exhausted, frustrated and drained from dealing with it how am I suppose to have a healthy life because of stress and dealing with it I can't breathe |
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