Stress

I think it's time to just confess. It's hard to deal with all this stress. My head feels like it will explode. Whilst carrying this heavy load. The weight I feel upon these shoulders. The burden of these heavy boulders. My heads a shed, things make no sense. Which makes you feel, oh, so tense. You feel you can't do right from wrong. Which makes you ask if you belong? It makes you question your self worth? Do you belong up on this earth? There were times I held and used to treasure. But now all I feel is so much pressure. A piercing noise echoes in my head. Getting louder, whilst I lie in bed. I struggle to find the peace to sleep. I often lie there counting sheep. Dark circles paint my tired eyes. With lack of sleep, it is no surprise. My thoughts they swirl with much frustration. As I try to look for motivation. You must find a place for positive thoughts. It's something you must work towards. You struggle to think and work things out. Whilst thinking, what's this all about? A perfect storm inside my mind. I search for truths so hard to find. In this darkness, you must find a light. To find the strength to fight that fight. I know I must keep pushing through. In this darkness I can find a new. A new way to face up to those fears. In hope, this darkness disappears. To face those fears with no distress. To find the peace, relief from stress.