The Fear Of Being Crushed

A representation of feelings

What am I supposed to do, when my heart turns black and blue from over-active-stress-induced-abuse?

I can feel it bleed, trickling between my lungs it weaves - can you see the red drain out of me? Am I going pasty?

My fingers are going numb, my chest hurts. But some people won't listen - apparently I'm too young for heartbreak.

This wasn't induced by love, it is more the weight of the sky above crushing me, and the crippling thought that I am not enough.