It is Killing Me
Writing by:  Jill sheets


Tears rolling down my face
as I kneel at my bed
Feeling defeated.
Frustration overcomes my body. 
My eyes stinging as the tears overflow my eyes.
Slow at first and then become quicker.
 My chest tightens as I feel a panic attack coming on.
Depression weighing on my shoulders
attempting to fill my lungs so I cannot breathe correctly.
The cells in my body being torn apart.
Questioning my own existence.
Their words on repeat in my head.
How can someone treat another person this bad?




© 2000 Jill Sheets

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