So many things going through my head,

I find myself wishing I could disappear instead of

being left to deal with the problems of others

toppling on my shoulders.

Strangled, feeling smothered.

 

Nowhere to run, no one to turn to,

left to cry lonely teardrops in a world turned misty blue.

 

Alone, afraid.

Alone, afraid.

Stress piling on, shortening my days.

When will the pain subside?

When will I be given the chance to live a good life?