Testo Never Ending

Everyone's left without a trace.
It's 1AM and i'm trying to get through this.

My bones ache like some dark sore current, sweeping through my body.

How many hours have i spent, sitting in this room acting out all my fears?

But the outside scares me, i've been hurt too many times to trust it.
What will i do now, its morning and i'm looking for a way to get over this?

My head hurts like some hideous drill that never stops its torturing.

This house is getting old, along with the people in it. Things arnt the same.

It's 1AM again, and i'm looking for an answer, one i'll never find.

As i drift slowly to sleep.