It won't end.

I am so lost within it's layers.

I don't even know how this all started,

My only such memories of a simpler time,

So far out of reach, I wonder if it's a memory at all,

And not the strain of it all pressing into me, consuming me.

My days are endless, but so weightedly temporary.

I am pulled, in so many, too mant directions,

"Must do this," "Must make this,"

Must, compulsary, the feeling

Like a hulking stone on

My heart.

the duress is killing me, i swear,

i just cant take it, how can i?

my ..., please help me,

the suffocation closes in,

i shut down.

a piece of scrap iron, bent by duress,

a piece of scrap iron, at breaking point.