Can't shake this feeling, I can't outrun the stress. Try not worry but it's crushing my chest. I fight the thoughts but they never relent. Tossing and turning, drenched in cold sweat. Have I grown up or have I just come of age. Sand through the hourglass, I'm counting my days. Counting my days. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst. Grit my teeth as I brace for the hurt. Pain has become a constant of life. Suffer in silence. Second nature is strife. Grasping for clarity, gasping for air. Pleading sincerely but nobody's there. I dug a hole then I dove right in. Buried in thoughts of what could have been.