• I am the string that holds a 50 ton weight over my head!

    The pressure is just too much to take some days.
    I feel like I only have one purpose in this world and that purpose is to take the pressure and pain from people.
    I don’t let anyone see the pain that is in the place where my heart use to be.
    I am the string that holds a 50 ton weight over my head.
    As I get older the pain starts to build up and it’s too much to handle.
    I wait for the weight to get heavy enough where it’s at the point I can’t hold it any more.
    For know I just keep moving forward pretending everything is ok.
    Hiding all the pain I start to cut to help release some of the pain.
    The blood spreads across the floor.
    I close my eyes as I cry.
    I’ve told myself that I could never show the pain I was feeling inside.
    It seems that the pain I let out opened up room for twice the pain to come back in just as fast.
    The pressure that is so gladly thrown at me is beginning to wear me down.
    Pressure is head to get away from.
    People expect so much out of me even more than I have.
    I take a deep breath and wish for the string to brake.
    My parents are too busy being afraid that my little sis is going to snap one day.
    My parents don’t even know how I feel they think I'm there little bubbly girl.
    The string about to snap it’s trying to hang in there but it’s just too much for one string to handle.
    I let go of the weight it starts to fall on top of me.
    Every one come in the room and watches like it a show.
    As my bones break one by one and my blood hits the floor and the walls they stay perfectly clean.
    My blood is slowly staining everything.
    As the last moments of life I have left I wonder if they learned any thing.
    It’s not always the quiet ones it could be the ones that seem the most happy it could be anyone.