No Rest

Watching and waiting,
For what I can't define.
Hoping that I am,
In a wrong state of mind.

Sometimes the pain,
Worries me to no end.
I think it's finally over,
Until it comes again.

There is no rest for the distressed.
Just long nights and burdened thoughts.
There is no cure for the disturbed,
They are left in a stage of overwrought.

Sometimes I feel like,
The world is out to murder me.
I'm in a constant battle,
With forces that are unseen.

And you can't save me from this,
Though I know you'd love to try.
There is no rest for the distressed.
We learn to push pass overtime or die.