Pressure

Will someone be my stomach
So I don’t have to eat

Will someone be my eyes
So I don’t have to see

Will someone be my mind
So I don’t have to think

Will someone be my ears
So I don’t have to hear

Will someone be my smile
So I don’t have to laugh

Will someone be my heart
So I don’t have to feel

Will someone be my nose
So I don’t have to smell

Will someone be my voice
So I don’t have to speak

Will someone be my arms
So I don’t have to hug

Can someone, anyone, be my everything
So I can have a well deserved rest

I’m close to giving up
My legs are dangling off the edge
Just a few more inches
And I’ll be gone

I’m being pushed to my limit
Can’t cope for another single minute

I’ve got nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide
Pressures coming at me from all sides