StressA Poem by Escape My Fate
The stress.
Its killing me. School. Love. Hate. Me. Everything is killing me. I cant sleep anymore. In fact its 2:30 am as i write these words My head hurts My lungs feel closed My legs burn. My eyes hurt. I'm thirteen with the body of a 70 year old But is there a doctor who cares? No. Is there a doctor with the cure? I hope so. And is there a doctor out there, Who can finally see the stress and pain im in, and come in and help me? No.
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