Stress

The stress I have is growing stronger,
Day after day, longer and longer,
Some days it bad, and some it’s worse,
This stress I have is like a curse,

It is there morning, noon, and night,
To make it through the day, I put up a fight,
Taking on the job I have along with school,
Some people might call me a fool,

“You can’t do it,” is what they’ll say,
I will prove the wrong each day,
My vision clears, no longer blurry,
Then my girlfriend is my next worry,

The relationship we had I thought was fine,
I thought we would last over time,
Then my relationship took a break,
In my heart she drove a stake,

The pain she has added to my day,
Is very hard to drive away,
This added weight on my back,
All the pressure in a stack,

All the pressure is hitting me now,
What to do, so I ask how,
The advice I receive helps a bit,
I start now, climbing out of my pit,

The stress is leaving me very slow,
To the pain and pressure I say no,
Telling them to go away,
Never to see them another day,

My girlfriend and I have made things right,
It would be stupid to end things over just one fight,
My love for her has now grown even stronger,
To last with her longer and longer