It's always there.

when I'm sitting in class
it's there.
when I lay in bed at night
it's there.
when I'm laughing with my friends
it's there.
the marks on my wrist a constant reminder
that it's still there.
with Every breath I take
the realization of it becomes clearer.
It's still here.
and It's not going anywhere.
The pain's not going to go away.
the pressure's not going to lift.
It's going to increase
until I cant block it out.
not even for short periods of time.
It will drive me insane.
It will consume my life.
it's already starting to.