Arms grow weary, legs are weak
Throat so dry you can hardly speak.
Cobwebs strung across your mind,
Words unruly, words unkind.
Body pushed and mind so far,
Scars are left, terrors mar
A body and a mind so clean.
From loads of knowledge, answers glean.
Nighttime comes, the pillows call,
Curl yourself into a ball.
Toss and turn in bed for hours.
Hide under your blanket, cower.
Tomorrow it will start again,
My own personal Hell.