Broken

It hurts to breathe,
Like it's been taken away?
It hurts to feel,
No more laughter in my day.
Stress upon stress,
Slowly, I start to break.
It's building and it's consuming,
Myself, in its wake.
Everything around me,
Is closing in fast.
A black hole of worry,
Taking things too far.
A home with family and a home of peace,
No longer does it appeal.
Work with friends and work you love,
No longer does it feel real.
Because everything is a mess,
And the clear up has yet to start.
Too much bad and too much stress,
It's slowly breaking my heart.