The reality of me

There is something crawling beneath my skin
Its driving me crazy
I cant stop scratching
Something is torturing me from within

My hands continue to shake
Keeping me up all night
I am supposed to be seduced in a peaceful sleep
But yet i lie awake

My heart is beginning to race now
My breathing is heavy
Why are you doing this to yourself Maggie?
I guess you have finally fallen off the edge.

I Remember how nice it was to sleep
Before the insomnia settled in of course
It entered my life so sudden
impacting it with such force.

I Remember how nice it was to come home and be happy
When my life wasnt consumed in worry
"Be a kid" She says
But I  was forced to grow up in a hurry

Is this what it is like to have an anxiety attack?
Has my brain finally given up?
Am i going to be okay tomorrow?
Wait, i have no other choice. I have to stay tough

I cant be broken.
I have to stay strong
The weight of everyones world is on my shoulders.
I sing a sad, sad song

The melody is a broken tune
One used over and over
The lyrics are slurred together
Every word a prisoner within itself.

Is that what i am?
A prisoner within me?
There used to be a fighter in here.
But no one heard her plea.

She is almost gone now.
She lost all sight of freedom
She is a miserable soul now.
Oh wait. She is me