i wrote this in the middle of the night, sorry
feels like you have no strength to carry on.
to continue the sorrowful empty journey--where your fate looks bleak.
seeing everything black and white.
it feels like you can't go on.
making an enduring print with your gloom.
nothing makes you happy anymore.
can't feel any emotion or feeling but pain and despair.
in a bottomless pit that you can't ever get out of.
you make advancement, but you plunge back down.
again,
again,
and again.
your head is spinning with racing thoughts.
the vicious cycle seems never to leave you, causing your body to be restless.
can't hide from the familiar terror; it pursues you
in the daylight
and the darkness;
not giving you a breath
you're breathing.
but not really alive.
at all.
overindulging your fatigued sanity with affliction and torment.
trying to flee from it.
but with no prevail.
you live with the nightmare now.
every day.
