Tortured

Waiting in the evening for that dose to hit
The medicine of a tortured mind
Every noise I hear it sets my nerves
The thoughts of dread are so unkind

I worry now, when will they work?
And take away my tortured view
The good relief of warming calm
Of medicine that can soon breakthrough

Its takes way some ever dread
I need then to sleep at night
Without them I feel I should be dead
exhausted from a mental fight

Like ticking clocks and dripping taps
A static with a nuisance tone
My mind unwraps with distant threats
of being always on my own

What terror is this mind I have
Why body lets it be this way
The natural urge to live so long
Is something now that's passed away

My mental pain. Alas it stays
I hide it well but want to tell
But boredom comes in many forms
Unless wounds show. You're not unwell

People do not understand
I don't blame them, my mind is strange
But this open wound that is my thoughts
and emotions  come in every range

They never pass,it seems timeless
They grow in strength, collaborate
The beast in me does lead them now
And in my mind they mix up hate