Stress

There's a pain in my chest.

Every time I inhale,

it pierces into me.

almost like a reminder.

A reminder of how shitty things are.

Don't forget about your muffled cries,

the cries you hid from your roommates.

Don't forget that your friends are out to have blast,

while you're alone and drowning in the past.

As much I want things to be different,

I do nothing to change.

I continue to cry.

I continue to drown

Every breath is like a gasp for air.

The pain never leaves,

and eventually...

I'm all out.

Of air.

Of tears.

of care.