Worry
august 30, 1999; 4:59 PM
Do you know what worry is like?
Real, actual worry?
Not the kind where it just goes away,
But the kind that makes you sick?
The kind that makes you sick to your stomach,
And puts painful pressure on the back of your mind.
When tears push behind your eyes,
Even when you’re smiling on the outside.
The kind you can’t even think about,
Because if you do, your head will explode.
The kind that’s always there.
The kind that slowly eats away at you.
The kind that you have to keep inside.
The kind that tries to kill you.
Do you know what worry is like?
Real, actual worry?
Worrying that your world could explode,
At any given time?
I do.
::dont worry, be happy. ya right.::
