Pressure Poem by Brandi Guthrie

I can`t figure out how to wash the day away.
Its sticky film has paralized me right here where I lay.
All the pressure makes the air too thick to breath.
Why is this the very moment you choose to leave?
I may seem strong because I`m here inspite of the pain
but if you see beneath the cracks, I`m mostly made of shame.
You could have helped me up, instead you held me down.
So because of you everything I could`ve been has drowned.
Such potential stamped out, destoyed by the wyles of men.
I carry this damage along with me as if it were my sin.
Solitude and the peace therein, where you can not penetrate...
Inside my head I slip away and begin to alleviate.
If I squeeze my eyes shut harder than ever before,
these scars I wear upon my soul won`t feel so sore.
Words and time and believing that love might save me,
Won`t stop this nightmare slideshow reliving my memories.
So give me what I need for now; a dark and quiet place.
And I will start again tomorrow on this hell I must one day face.