I wrote a poem about part of my experience which i wanted to share

'The early hours'

Static runs through my body
Sharp foriegn sensations agitating me from the inside out
Sudden jolts pierce and uneasy sleep
Fatigued, restless and disoriented I take a deep breath
I have no choice
A dull blackened paranoia fills the room where once comfort and ease used to be
This is the norm and has been for years
I remember the days and the nights it started to arrive
like some unwanted visitor who now seems never ready to leave
I pray for the day when I might wake up to find a little note saying that he's gone for good