My emotions are all over the place, too hard to think about them and harder to face.
It’s 3:07 now, the only time they drain, though usually lost in my brain.
It’s such a pain to face them again.
It’s hard to chase them, to win the game.
The game of surviving, how do I keep myself sane.
They twist like a Christmas candy cane, what do I gain?
Are they restrained? It’s a bloodshot stain!
But do I complain? It is a disdain.
I try hard to maintain, it’s harder to explain.
But they always retain, won’t let me be sane.
And again, my thoughts drain.
It’s only 3:08, though usually just lost in my brain, they resurface again.
