Stress

Lately i been thinkin, contaplating about a situation far more greater than 101 is to 70. My stress on me weights heavily all i can say is god must be testing me. This must be His attempt to make me stronger to conquer all the dreams that my heart truely hungers, i wonder what it is with me i can't seem to function properly unless attention's souly on me. & i can never say my past is the past because it presently dwells like dark clouds over my future; my patience is slowly breaking because these constant wrong paths that I've been taking led me to my my point of breaking.& the pressure of a world oh so Shity & Heartless like a constipated KanYe on the toilet takes my blood pressure & just boils it until the point that i can't store it, on the inside anymore. I gotta let it pour out of the inkwell into words so full of pain & sorrow on to the page that will soon swell up& cry tears of rage. With age supposedly comes wisdom but what happens when ever one around you just bleeds dumb?