Pressure makes diamonds,
Pressure makes gold.
Pressure makes many,
Treasures untold.
Pressure makes gems,
Pressure makes me.
I'm broken inside,
Like a stone with a crack.
I'm hollow inside,
Like an empty bat.
My calls can't reach,
Ten miles above.
Pressure makes diamonds,
Pressure makes gold.
Pressure makes many,
Treasures untold.
Pressure makes gems,
Pressure makes me.
Help me, save me,
I can't stand it longer.
Help me, save me,
from all of these lies.
With the faith of my family,
lying on my shoulders.
With the pride of my tribe,
Weighing down my heart
I'm slowly drowning,
Sinking deeper into dark.
Depression is an ocean,
So dark, so deep.
Depression is an ocean,
So hard, so meek.
Just like a stone,
I fall straight down.
Pressure makes a diamond,
Pressure makes gold.
Pressure makes many,
Treasures untold.
Pressure makes gems,
Pressure makes me.
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Poems
PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
