Sometimes I just want the world to stop.
Stop the carousel, I want to get off.
O Big Blue Marble, stop spinning, stop turning, stop making time march on… because sometimes I feel I cannot deal.
I need sometime to breathe.
Why must life still go on when I feel the world crumbling around my ears?
There is guilt that life, as mundane as it is, still goes on, plods along… even though all I wanna do is curl up in a ball and forget my pain.