Inside I scream in anguish, but no one knows. I want it to go away, all the torment, aching and misery. They do not know, do not understand. And I do. Until the next day.
Insomnia hits again, or is it just that manic-like thing.
I can not describe them, even if I wanted to. And I do. Instead I sit and ponder my predicament. My heart grows heavy and I frown with distaste. Likewise my heart deep within me begins to sink.