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Charlotte Grace Aug 2014
Sleep envelops in such a sweet embrace.
The torment I am unable to face.

Fingers in knots; the pills are out of grasp
No more strength to muster a clasp.

This crushing fatigue has swallowed me whole.
The  unrelenting pain has finally taken its toll.

Struggling, crying, gasping for breath.
Gripping the bedsheets, bracing for what's next.

Panic attacks rip me from my sleep,
From every crevice the pain does seep.

Scared to find what lies beneath,
What this body has to me bequeath.

Will this torment ever end?
When will my miracle be sent?
Charlotte Grace Aug 2011
I'm a slave to my body
Left to put up with the pain
Feels like one sick, crazy game
I'm merely a spectator
Helpless and frozen
In horror, and uncertainty, wondering why was I chosen
All my efforts in vain
Nothing can take away the pain
The depression and anxiety that consume my mind
Nothing I can do but find ways to pass the time
Hoping and wishing, one day for a cure
Meanwhile my life is just one big blur
Trying so hard to take control
But the stress and the pain are taking their toll
Wishing that others could try to understand
All of the problems I seek to withstand
Trying and failing, uncertain of what to do
Sick of feeling insane, what have I gotten myself into?
All of this inner turmoil leaving me drained
Not a smile crosses my lips that isn't feigned
This daily facade of normalcy is my routine
Truth is; it feels like I'm living in a dream
Don't know what's real, incapable of true emotion
It's all just white noise; one big commotion
One day I hope it will all go away
Until then, these tears are here to stay.

— The End —