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Array ( [sid] => 139891 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Successfully Stressed [time] => 2008-01-18 16:12:47 [hometext] => turning your life around will kill you via stress...my goodness I'm so exhausted [bodytext] => I can't believe that it's happening
I just never thought I'd make it this far
Working hard, doing my best at everything
I'm exhausted, but my progress shows
My grades are high, my additude is good, my bank account has money
All is well
But I still feel like I'm tettering on the edge
My body's tired, sore, my mind is weary
I ache and I long for bed more than I should
I can't remember the last time I hung out with my friends
Is this what success is?
Is this all worth it?
I'm sad, still, and stressed out
I found grey hairs and I'm not even 18
Success? What is success?
I can't imagine this all being worth it
Sure I'll get scholarships and sure I'll get a better job
But at this rate my body will waste away before I can think of retirement
I've lost time for my passions
My hobbies lay forgotten
The closest I come to writing my stories
Are 'reading' them in my head while working
Come time to sleep my back aches and burns
I get to the point where I can't move
Truely, honestly, I am paralyzed by bedtime
Physical pain preventing any movement
My brain fuzzy with thousands of thoughts
I'm exhausted
Worn out beyond belief
I can't believe that I've made it this far
I can't believe I'm still doing well
On top of everything, but buried under everything
I have been successfully stressed
No way will I turn back
And travel down the road of 'who cares'
I can't. I just can't go back.
It may kill me
And I may be close to breaking in half
But I'm so close
To what I don't know
The pressure building
I'm breaking
Successfully, I'm stressed [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 21 [informant] => desolantdreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Successfully Stressed

Contributed by desolantdreamer on Friday, 18th January 2008 @ 04:12:47 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



I can't believe that it's happening
I just never thought I'd make it this far
Working hard, doing my best at everything
I'm exhausted, but my progress shows
My grades are high, my additude is good, my bank account has money
All is well
But I still feel like I'm tettering on the edge
My body's tired, sore, my mind is weary
I ache and I long for bed more than I should
I can't remember the last time I hung out with my friends
Is this what success is?
Is this all worth it?
I'm sad, still, and stressed out
I found grey hairs and I'm not even 18
Success? What is success?
I can't imagine this all being worth it
Sure I'll get scholarships and sure I'll get a better job
But at this rate my body will waste away before I can think of retirement
I've lost time for my passions
My hobbies lay forgotten
The closest I come to writing my stories
Are 'reading' them in my head while working
Come time to sleep my back aches and burns
I get to the point where I can't move
Truely, honestly, I am paralyzed by bedtime
Physical pain preventing any movement
My brain fuzzy with thousands of thoughts
I'm exhausted
Worn out beyond belief
I can't believe that I've made it this far
I can't believe I'm still doing well
On top of everything, but buried under everything
I have been successfully stressed
No way will I turn back
And travel down the road of 'who cares'
I can't. I just can't go back.
It may kill me
And I may be close to breaking in half
But I'm so close
To what I don't know
The pressure building
I'm breaking
Successfully, I'm stressed




Copyright © desolantdreamer ... [ 2008-01-18 16:12:47]
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Re: Successfully Stressed (User Rating: 1 )
by irodethetrain2u on Friday, 18th January 2008 @ 04:48:48 PM AEST
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I feel the same way right now! I shouldn't even be on here cause I've got so much work to do... but everyone needs a break!!

Good Read!


Re: Successfully Stressed (User Rating: 1 )
by AKSHAY on Friday, 18th January 2008 @ 06:11:43 PM AEST
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o my gawd....cheer up man !
"all work and no play make Jack a dull boy ....rite "
take a break sumtimes....life's bout living .....hear soem music .....dance a bit....dont be sooooooo serious ....it's bad for health !




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