Summer of Stress

I don't know anymore.

Who am I?

What am I?

I am I just some kid who will amount to nothing?

I have so many questions but for now I am lost,

in this sea of memories and

would be could be thoughts. 

I dig and dig into this world of reality,

only to escape and find salvation in quiet. 

I'm tired of being glued to this spot,

my mind aches from the nights I spent awake.

I find no comfort in anything,

except for the low humming of my computer. 

I'm so sick and tired of this daily face I show the world.

There is no time anymore,

I feel like I'm about to break down into an era of it's too late. 

I'm growing claws to climb,

but they can only do so much against the walls of this box.

Now all I can do is wait,

wait for the sun to shine in this place.