Kyla1

So much work,

So little time.

I have so many things to do

So many things going on

That I don't know how to solve.

What should I do?

I can't ask for help,

Because if I do, I'll burden the other person

With all the weight that's been put upon my shoulders.

What's the point of it all?

Why must I bear so much?

I can barely do anything anyway.

I'm starting to break under the pressure,

Under the weight of all my mistakes

My misfortunes

And my immense amount of work

That I must complete

Before the ticking bomb explodes.

I'm sorry for not being good enough.