Midnight
Benji

I am sick to my stomache,
I can't get comfortable,
I can't fall asleep.

There is nothing that I can do
To get over the pain
that has been dealt to me.

My mind is racing,
Wandering what is going on,
And why this is happening to me.

It is MIDNIGHT
and I am awake with
nothing to write,
And noone to talk to.

Ther is no pain that
I have felt or seen
In other people
That can hurt so bad
That you feel like you're
Being torn apart,
Limb from limb,---
Like your chest is
being crushed by
A ton of bricks.