Stressed Out MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Too many emotions

For this one little heart.

Too many finish lines,

No place to start.

The anger overloads,

The confusion sets in.

The pain smothers me

And the frustration blinds me.

Which will reach me first?

To break the barrier

In which sanity has silently slept.

And which will slowly kill me?

As love and hate battle

Through angels and devils,

And right and wrong.

And where can I turn for a savior?





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