If it doesn't kill you, it's sure to leave a horrible scar

I've tried to write a new blog a few times over the last month,
and when I sit down, I can't do it, there's nothing there.
But when it comes time to go to sleep & the people are
gone, the phone is on the hook, the lights are off, and I'm
laying here trying to sleep.. It all comes back.

I don't know if it's that I don't know where to start,
or if I am just done with complaining, because
I know, no matter what I have to complain about
there is always someone worse off than me.
I am very thankful for where I am, and for what I have,
but everyone needs to complain.

I wish I could right now.
I guess this is considered complaining,
but I really need to vent, but I can't.