Keep your hands busy
Or stuck them in your pocket to keep them from shaking.
Cry yourself to sleep every single night,
Listen to the thudding of your own heartbeat
And the blood rushing in your ears,
Feel the stickiness of your sweaty hands.

Your stomach ties in knots,
Again you lost your appetite,
There is a splitting headache at the back of your head,
You want to yell at someone
For once without consequence,
But still, people find it too hard to comprehend.