I spend my days
trying not to cave
or give in to this sense of despair
but inside I'm drowning in panic
as I fight to the surface for air
At night while in bed it continues
there is no escape
it would seem
inevitably once I fall asleep
I awaken again with a scream
I don't know where it comes from
or how it gets into my head
but I don't get the chance
to dream any more
as nightmares appear in their stead
My body is beaten and tired
exhausted again here I lay
watching the clock
as the numbers count down
to another miserable day
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
I spend my days
trying not to cave
or give in to this sense of despair
but inside I'm drowning in panic
as I fight to the surface for air
At night while in bed it continues
there is no escape
it would seem
inevitably once I fall asleep
I awaken again with a scream
I don't know where it comes from
or how it gets into my head
but I don't get the chance
to dream any more
as nightmares appear in their stead
My body is beaten and tired
exhausted again here I lay
watching the clock
as the numbers count down
to another miserable day
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