cousin IT.

IT is hard to deal with.

everyday it gets worse.

i want to tread up,

but it keeps pulling me down.

i gasp for air, can’t breathe.

it smothers me hard.

but still i have to be cool,

though it squeezes my life out.

IT is getting really difficult,

it is scraping my very core.

it makes me really emotional.

it makes me really numb.

i can either cry a river,

or flaunt my fakest smile.

either way, it’s still there, ready to eat me alive.

i’m holding on to anything,

holding it tight as if it’s my dear life.

my limbs are getting really weak,

losing every ounce of strength.

then suddenly, it laughs at me,

looking oh-so casual.

it tells me to quit fighting

and snided, “just let go”.

i smiled,

smirked,

gave it the finger.

“you think you are so good? well i am better”

IM NO LOSER.

hell freezes before i let you win.