Anxious Poem by Kaeim Latrom

The floor is cold, the ceiling is blurry.
This habit is old, why do I worry?
I hear them laugh, I hear them bark,
I hear the ding, I hear the ring,
I feel too sore and it's hard to ignore.
I breath in hard, my heat beats fast.
It's just a light throb, just a low sob.
And then it's gone, I'm completely numb.
But I feel the ache, push the temptation for their sake.
All that's there isn't mine to make.
I know, I know but I'll take more break,
yet I don't know why the hell am I awake.