My Heart

My heart beats faster and faster and stops.

The stress claws at my brain and tears at my heart; it’s shredded to pieces and holding on by a string.

The pieces runs and grow and now they’ve a mind of their own.

It hurts, but I’m happy.

I think.

The emotions, they come so strong and so fleeting.

That’s just me.

From day to day, I don’t know how I’ll be.

Hold it together.

I’ll be okay.

We can all make it another day.