My 20s weren’t good to me
My 20’s were bad
All my friends grew up
And I stayed sad

20 meltdowns
20 lies
20 mistakes

All this time passed by
And I continue to ache

They try and scare me
From the pain
Yet they forget to mention
All the strength
That comes along
When you’re faced
With the undeniable
Bitter and madly
Beautiful reality
that is this life.

Yes, the soul selects
And yes, she shuts the door

Ah! but a window yet remains
To throw light upon the floor

When the glowing moon appears
She wanders to and fro

Among the wayfaring strangers
Whom she’ll never nearly know

And when she returns at dawn
To the room with stone door shut

She flies back through the window
Who? Where? How? Why? What?

Stress
           Stress
                       Stress
It never ends
Just continues
Due to
Family
            School
                        Friends
                                     Depression
                                                         Expectations

                                     STRESS

It weighs on your lungs
Suffocating
Drowning and going
Down the
        W
            H
           I
        R
           L
        P
      O
         O
       L
of stress