'Agony'

I keep tumbling and turning the thoughts in my head and coming back to the word 'agony.' Something is tearing at me more and more with each thought I turn, and each day I survive, and each task I complete, only for the next to take its place. One day, I know I will wake up, look at the days left behind me, open my mouth to remark, and the last vestiges of my soul will fall out. Then, I will turn back to look at the remaining days ahead and continue on as if nothing had ever happened.

   The only respite is unconsciousness, which the consciousness gnaws at it in its unwillingness to allow me even this. Once I wrench my body back up, the feelings start tumbling again, and the thoughts soon follow. It is what I am supposed to do. And I haven't even the energy to kill myself anyway.