Stressed Poem by Julian Estrada
Stressed
Day after day, night after night,
The grip of depression is holding me tight,
I wake with anxiety perched on my shoulders,
The weight makes it feel like I'm carrying boulders,
Cursed with this wretched and horrible fate,
My future of darkness and sorrow awaits,
And when my time comes,
Whether old whether young,
I'll just let it take over,
No more pain, I'll be done.
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