It is tough…
It feels like everything hurts.
Every breath, every step, every day
                is filled with pain.
No one can take it away.
Reckless acts, restless mind…
I try to escape, but I can’t.
It is hard.
It feels like my nerves are in strain
All the time… I can’t explain why.
I can’t explain how
                it happened to me,
I used to be free…
Used to be.
It will never be the same...
I do not complain, though it hurts.
When I want to cry, I write.
Sometimes it helps a lot.
It allows my mind to survive 
                this uneasiness,
 To be free at least for a while.