Pressure

I burn, silently
This existence seems too much to bear

On days I can't catch my breath

On nights anxiety steals the air

Pull me out of this darkness

Before these flames; I will succumb

I can't be what everyone needs

There's purpose; yet I'm bitterly numb

Searching, searching

For an out; for an immeasurable fate

Stuck somewhere holding on

But I can't feel anything but the hate

If only I could breathe

 under this pressure; pushing so hard

 Never been much of a game player

 Always getting dealt the wrong card

Silent on the outside

Bleeding profusely from within

I just want peace and tranquillity

I just want to feel like I can win