Pressure

I sit in the back of the class 

Waiting for another day to pass

I have a huge weight on my shoulders that i cannot lift

And nobody notices that I am adrift 

I work really hard 

But I still gaurd my heart

I want to be close 

But I'm so filled with woes

I have lived and loved

But I've also been pushed and shoved

Im shattered and used 

Also battered and bruised

I sit and I wait 

For life to decide my fate 

I am filled to the top with pressure 

So I make cuts that are fresher 

I go deeper and deeper 

Knowing soon I will see the grim reaper