pressure pressure, you fall down. a common friend you call the ground.
and voices scream yet not a sound, is heard or made from those around.
pulsing stress and fear surround, and to this problem, you are bound.
no comfort and no trust is found, avoid the thoughts that tighten, pound.
spinning, spiral, run, escape. try to coax yourself: too late.
stumble tumble down the pit, painfully absorb each hit.
Self awareness stings your mind, which seeks for something it can't find;
Peaceful stillness, moving brook.
look back at all the paths you took. wrong, so wrong, rewind the time.
i long for pure tranquility.