I can feel it: gnawing in my chest
I can hear it: shrieking in my head
I can see it: feeding on my flesh
(and) I am broken, fatigued and in need of rest
(but) I am lost, trapped and resigned in a state of constant stress
Forced to obsess over life’s upcoming tests.
In the choice between duty and life I choose to live
But it is already too late, I have nothing left to give.
@Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2012