It's 12 a.m. and you can't fight it anymore.
The tension that builds up
between your shoulders.
Where your dreams, wants and needs
try to come crawling it's way out of you.
You can feel their nails
tearing at your skin...
Scars and bruises only your eyes can see.
It's a ball of fury waiting to ignite.
Fire shoots up to your head.
Headaches that don't seem to go to sleep.
So your awake in the night,
with your anxieties pounding at the
walls of your skull begging for mercy.
And here you are,
wanting to do so much about it
Yet, you've done so little to even begin to fix it.