Pressure

The pressure fills my body, I scream inside my skin, I try to open up, But no one looking in, The pain takes over, It controls my mind, I'm sick of being loyal, I'm sick of being kind, Talking to people, Is like talking under water, They're saying I'm cold, When I'm really getting hotter. I'm stranded, Not on a island, But in a place, Where I have a disease, And my hearts in a race, I try to yell through the barrier inside, I look deep but I've already died,