Waking from my coma, Walking out of my dream,
Living in my nightmare,
Needing just to scream.

My skin becomes a cage.
A cage that's far too tight.
I want to rip it off.
I fight with all my might.

The pressure always building,
I feel as though I'll pop.
I hate this constant feeling.
Why does it never stop?

I crave to give in fast.
This is all I ever seek.
I know that I can not.
No wonder my outlook is bleak.

My body takes its toll.
My mind takes one that's worse.
What did I ever do?
Do I deserve this curse?

What am I supposed to do,
Hold on now or let go?
Even given the answers,
I don't think I'll really know.