Pages

First page is gone.
The depression was too much.
The feeling was too deep.
The roses have wilted.

The second page is burned.
I've felt this pain before.
I've felt this tired feeling.
So I close my eyes and forget the world.

The third page is bent.
Time keeps stopping.
A never ending cycle.
A complete terror.

The fourth page is ripped.
Time to stop feeling sorry for myself.
I'll rip it again and again until it's gone.
No more tears to fall on the pages.

The fifth page is intact.
I can't keep living in fear.
I'll triumph under the pressure.
I'll be alright again.