And The List Goes On and On

[tiff_sing]

Yeah, I started crying again a lil while ago.
One more thing I have to do.

The list is growing longer and longer.
I'm stretched so thin.

I've been writing a lot more now.
Needing to write.
Needing to get stuff out.

I'm losing it.
I'm slipping.

Pretty much every other moment is spent with me stressing.
And all the other moments are spent with me crying.

It seems that's the only thing I can do now.
Cry.
The only thing I do now is cry.

And all those things on the list I have to do...
I wipe away the tears,
Hope the redness of my eyes won't show,
Muster a straight face,
And go on doing these things.

Just when everything that's stacked up seems kind of balanced upon my head,
Something else comes along and sends the stack a'swayin'.

I keep saying this over and over, I know.
But I don't know what to do.

I want to sleep.
So I can feel absolutely nothing.
But I don't have time to sleep.
Too many things are waiting.

And me...
I'm going through the motions.
Completely crumbling inside.
Trying to hold it together because the next moment calls.

Waiting for complete and utter break down.
And it's coming.
I feel it.
I'm holding on by a thread.
And that doesn't even begin to cover it.

Until Next Time...