In all the rush, things I've forgotten.

I don't know how to relax anymore.

It feels like I'm always being pushed.

go, go, go!

Inspiration strikes at 1, 2 a.m and as quickly as it comes it goes and it leaves me feeling hollow and empty and worthless.

Any talent I once had with twisting intricate words into something meaningful has departed.

Who is to blame but the pressures of life and the future?

Tell me, if the future is causing me this much pain now, is it really worth it in the end to get there?

I'm tired but I can't sleep. Insomnia has found it's target in my soul and the night is something I've come to dread.

For hours I can stay up with my thoughts, until finally by some miracle my eyes close and my mind is at peace for a few hours.

The arrows are all pointing at me and like a deer caught in the headlights, I'm wide-eyed and frightened.

Someone, please, tell me where to go from here.