beneath
this cranium encrust
is a pressure cooker
where stress compounds
with every day subtracted
from the countdown
to implosion.
worn out
from incessant considerations;
materializing nightmares
that torments my waking hours
as much as it does when
i am asleep.
soul strained to its limits;
haggard and gasping
for answers like oxygen.
lightless metres under,
the end wrought
by one single blunder.
/
i am but only a teen.
help.
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