Restless

I cannot get comfortable.

I am completely restless.

Mind.

Body.

Heart.

Soul.

When I am standing, I wish I could simply sit down for a few minutes.

When I am sitting, I cannot wait to get on the move.

I long for sleep when I'm awake.  When I do sleep...it's restless.

I toss and turn.

Dream and Cry.

When I am alone I crave company.

When I am surrounded I feel as though I'm suffocating.

I'm never hungry.  I am always starving.

I cannot sit still.  I cannot move.

I want to run.  

I feel paralyzed.

I want to talk.  I can't get the words out.

I want to write.  I cannot put pen to paper.

I want everyone to know.  I wish no one did.

I want to cry. 

I wish I could go through one day without crying.

I plead with God.  I curse His name.

I shouldn't say that.  I can't help myself.

I need love and affection.  I need everyone to understand.

I want to lay down, forever.  

I want to be held.  I don't want anyone to touch me.

I want to run.

I want to hide.  

I want to sleep.

I wish I could wake up.

If only I could wake up.

If only it would all disappear.

I am reeling.

I cannot find my center.  I cannot stand up straight.

I don't know how to move.  I cannot understand.