Skin crawling, perpetuated pain. Feet hit the floor, here we go again.

Roll out of bed and feet hit the floor, emotionally preparing for what is in store.

Internally speaking to the aches and pains, wishing good riddance to the physical stains.

Tormented, tortured and feeling left for dead, moving on from physical stains, onto the battle in my head.

The war is raging between good and bad, who will prevail this day, I’m going mad.

From eyes opened to feet hitting the floor, I roll back into bed deciding today is nevermore.