Hectic

I feel a pressure
Within me
Building
More and more

I feel the storm
I feel the waves
Crashing
And
Thrashing.
More than before

I feel the tide
Rising.
I wonder if
I'll drown
Sometimes...

He is my silverlining
When it gets to be
Too much
I run to him.
Somehow,
He always knows
He holds me close
And waits it out.
Sometimes it's
Hectic
I want to shout.
No words come
No emotion
It gets bleak
Sometimes I
Can't speak