I feel it crush me from the inside
It gives no room for comfort or relief
Constantly grinding and replaying the same way
I feel as if my chest will crumble under the weight of it all.
Looking around for one person strong enough to help
Yet never finding one
Swirling around, they are, from the winds in their own lives
Not able to grasp their own remedy, let alone mine
In one moment, things change
It can go from comfort to distress in the same minute
Sometimes, it comes as if it were a thief
Sometimes, it comes in as cold as ice
This is the life of a person torn into different frays of their life
This is how it will come, how it presents itself
No one is safe from this.
No one, not no one.
Mws R Writings 