You .you , You .well you .......
I can't stand it
sometimes it rises up just like a storm ,a storm that comes with a powerful rage
A rage that grips the sides of my soul ,
while I'm writhing and twisting ,trying to let go .
I try to come back from it's terrible grip' the floating is now driving to let itself known .
I'm coming to surface
with eyes of fear , my arms are waving and trying to break through
the feeling s of hatefulness rise as as I wake ,because now I know what's coming in the light of the
My headaches have started ,the sickness is here. .