it's here again -

she's here.

can you feel it?

can you feel your heart racing

in your chest?

can you feel the spinning

in your head?

can you feel every fiber

of your being being set on fIrE?

can you feel it?

can you?

CAN YOU?

because i can.

and it's not good.

this time, it's something different

something else,

not what it was

last time -

no, it's a piercing pain

right beside your heart

oh, and what's that?

you can't breathe?

well, that's life, hun.

sometimes it hurts.

and now - oh, now! -

it's a constant, neverending hurt

the pain is an endless echoechoechoecho

can you hear it?

it beats in your chest

a melodic beat, to be sure,

if it didn't shake you deep inside

and spill you out all over the place

like a dance you can't handle

this beat, it ruptures everything inside

your head, it's a ticking bomb -

a countdown to what you know is to come

but that's life, isn't it?

may not be life for everyone else,

but we have our own problems to deal with

no time for you and yours.

suck it up, buttercup.

it doesn't matter if you want to cry -

i do, too, quite often.

it doesn't matter if you're sad all the time,

and if you never stop worrying, fearing

IT DOESN'T MATTER, THOUGH, RIGHT?

RIGHT?

RIGHT?

right?

because if it did,

i might have to stand up to people

and say i don't know what to do

and have them say they don't, either