Replay Button

Stress,it's sufficating me. No room to breath,I gasp for air. The load on my back,it collapses my lungs. I hide,I choke,I hyperventilate. Tears arise, but dont dare to roll down by beat red cheek. People see,they stare,they even laugh at me. No sympathy,no empathy,no understanding. Stress,it just tightens its hold. Steel grip making me raw,breaking me down. I pace,attempting to release the weight. It's too much for me,I've got to sit. I crouch dizzy,unbalanced and unsure. I tumble to the ground,but don't fall. On my knees,back against the wall,hands clenched to my heaving chest. Someone walks in,she's bemused. Does she care, might she show an emotion that's not so cold? No. She takes a quick glance and walks right back out. Stress,temporarily passing by. I stand,I use the wall to support myself. The rooms spinning, it's all smeared blurry and bright. i swallow,hard, air finally rushes into my deprived lungs. Tunnel vision emerges,I enjoy the lightheaded feeling it's giving me. I release the wall,or does the wall release me? I trip,but don't fall,I refuse to fall. Shapes come into view again,it depresses me. Stress,it won't give in. I feel the weight on my shoulders again. It's painful strike tearing into my sanity. But suddenly comfort overwhelms. Noone knows my suffering,I don't want anyone to know this pain. I slowly begin to enjoy the weight,the burden. And the weight lightens,and I'm a little happier. But I prepare,I know once I leave this room,my safe haven, The weight will crush down,it'll attempt to make me crumble and fall. It'll start this whole cycle again,start to end. Just like it did before,just like a replay button.