Emotional waves, I’m trying to ride.

Stress of existence, I wish I could hide.

Minutes and checkpoints, I try to abide.

Exhaustion, frustration and fear all collide.

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Ignorant judgment. Believe me, I’ve tried.

Pointing of fingers. Believe me, I’ve cried.

I’m fully depleted. I’m all out of pride.

Flagrant repulsion and itching inside.

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Hope and perspective begin to subside.

Pitch of emotion is deep and quite wide.

Vastness of space is felt right by my side.

Gasping for air. Am I dying inside?

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My heart, in a blender. I can’t close my eye.

When asked how I’m doing, no choice but to lie.

My wit and demeanor burn up. They’re all fried.

I wish I could find a nice rock and go hide.

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