The clock is ticking and your heart is beating,
Their rhythms match so perfectly that you wonder,
"Would the other stop if one did?"

It's time for them to wake up,
It's for them to start working,
It's time for them to wake up and break you down.
It's 2 am.

They rise with a quiver,
Shaking your spirit,
Damaging your peace.
They rise,
A chill spreads around,
A piercing pain originates from deep within,
In that moment you want everything to stop.
The ticking, the beating, the pain.

The river starts flowing down your cheek,
Unstoppable,
And meets your pillow.
It soaks it all,
Your tears,
Your pain,
Your screams.

You close your eyes but the river breaks all the walls,
It has been inside for too long,
It needs to come out.

In the ticking of the clock,
With the river still flowing,
You fall asleep,
Your soul tired,
Your body defeated,
But your spirit somehow still alive.

You fight,
You survive another night,
Another dreadful night you did not give up,
You are sure to rise,
You are sure to rise above this pain,
You are sure to reach the top of this world.
You are going to live,                             Happily.