Sh*t I go through

We all go through shit,

I know this,

and that’s why i can’t tell him or her or them,

’cause they’re stressed too..

no scale can determine whose is worse,

but you gotta understand,

i feel shit differently,

every fibre,

every nerve,

every follicle,

and every sense feels it

i see it with my eyes open

and when they’re closed,

i smell it in the air that i breathe,

and can’t escape it in every passing thought,

it’s always here.

and that’s why the only way i can describe it when he asks is

I want it to stop.