The continuous amount of pressure
Leads to a sense oppression
A dark sense of dread
Occupies the mind
Slowly consuming what is left
of my sanity
No longer will I be able
To hold my emotions
Soon I will break
And help will be useless

I despise this world
and every living thing
Is what I soon shall say
Until the candle of my soul
Lights as the winds of despair blows it out
I will continue to struggle
To keep warm and be kind