Pressure. Pressure. Pressure.

There’s all this pressure, everywhere. Knock. Push. Want. HATE. need. RUN. stay.

All pressure, All consuming.

All dismantling.

Like the bloom of a fresh bruise, my soul hurts, and it takes. No more.

Stop the fucking pressure, I’m too broken to beat it down.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s