I want time to stop

I want to sleep, breath, and find peace

Days feel so hurried now

Time ticks

I feel the rush I feel the need the desperateness

Make it stop, let me breath

Let me grow and feel

I want to experience and grow and kid

Yet I feel like I can’t

I feel the responsibility grow endlessly

My family, their future, my future

I feel the guilt every time I want to breath, anytime I want to leave

Some part of me feels the unwillingness, the rebelliousnes

Why is it me? Why is it me who has to change the future for them.

Why is it me who has to relieve them of our burden.

Why can’t they do it? Why can’t I just be a girl?

Although even if I was able to just be me I do believe I’d just feel guilt

Why can’t I just accept it? And so I do

And my anger and sadness just grows endlessly

Until I blow

Then feel like . . .

The cycle continues and life moves on

Despite my problems thats just life

Life goes on, and life moves on

So I must be like life

I must move and just go on