It’s late at night and
You feel it coming,
The nausea, the pain.
Like a knife being twisted in your stomach.
You curl into a ball, fearing what is to come.
There is no hope, it’s happening.
The shivers, the tears.
Immense fear.
You clench your teeth,
Telling yourself you aren’t crazy.
Everything will be okay.
Won’t it?
No.
It will never be okay.
The shaking continues, you throw the covers off.
You sweat, you freeze, you cry for it to stop.
Relief doesn’t come easy.
Your muscles tighten, and your
Thoughts are running at full speed.
You cry for help, but your calls are silent.
If only you could sit up,
Reach a hand out for your pills.
But do they really help?
You think they do.
You’ve lost full control.
Numb limbs can’t be told what to do.
A crying mind can’t be silenced,
And the attacks can’t ever be stopped.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
It’s late at night and
You feel it coming,
The nausea, the pain.
Like a knife being twisted in your stomach.
You curl into a ball, fearing what is to come.
There is no hope, it’s happening.
The shivers, the tears.
Immense fear.
You clench your teeth,
Telling yourself you aren’t crazy.
Everything will be okay.
Won’t it?
No.
It will never be okay.
The shaking continues, you throw the covers off.
You sweat, you freeze, you cry for it to stop.
Relief doesn’t come easy.
Your muscles tighten, and your
Thoughts are running at full speed.
You cry for help, but your calls are silent.
If only you could sit up,
Reach a hand out for your pills.
But do they really help?
You think they do.
You’ve lost full control.
Numb limbs can’t be told what to do.
A crying mind can’t be silenced,
And the attacks can’t ever be stopped.
