fourteen seconds to failure.

eleven.

12:54 a.m.
it's nearly one in the morning
and i can't seem to sleep
the pain is overwhelming
too much, can't breathe
it's crushing my rib cage
and pounding my skull
how do i feel so old at an age this young?

2:33 a.m.
it's half past two and i still lie here awake
my eyes sting as i stare into the darkness of this night
my back is burning
for some relief i am yearning
my legs are spasming, yet my feet are numb
please, sleep, come save me, please come

4:14 a.m.
i think it's some time around four
and i did fall asleep
but so often from it i am tore
i am restless, body thrashing
and i want to fall asleep again
but each time i wake, it's a war to find slumber once more

7:55 a.m.
my body has awoken me
from my not so solid sleep
it's telling me to wake
so another cycle we can repeat

i'm tiring of this, of the agonizingly slow pain-filled days
but my body is telling me that we will end up like this again and again