Stones

I’m on the brink of falling apart.  I’m on the edge of madness.  The pressure continues to pile up, as I slowly crack beneath.  The stress becomes overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.  One more stone might be all it takes to send me crashing down.  As strong as I may think I am, I cannot endure alone.  For alone I will break until there is nothing but dust.  You may see a few small stones from where you stand, but stand where I am and tell me what you see.  Each stone is a mountain to each of us underneath.