Stress

     I’m being eaten from the inside out. No one can see all the weight I hold on my very shoulders. I use to fight my inner demons, but I’m just so tired. I’m tired of fighting, tired of putting on my smile every day as if it was just another layer of pointless makeup. I use to be happy all the time, and sometimes I even feel a glimpse of it again, though it never stays for long. My entire being is filled with a single feeling…Stress. It’s taken a hold and not letting go. I feel as if I’m drowning or being buried alive. There’s no way out. I’m going to shatter, and I can’t pick up all the pieces again. Parts of me will be lost forever. Knowing my luck it will be all the pieces that truly made me happy. I don’t feel as strong as I use to.  The stress will consume all of me. My heart, my soul, my very sanity, all will be taken. All that will be left is the hollow shell with the smile you see. This may be the end to the person you know, and really is that such a bad thing?