Stinkin Thinkin

I hate this world I woke up in.

I hate this world I woke up in.

You know, every time I think I'm at my wits end I say "It could be worse", then I think about other people's situations and everything. I promise I don't mean to sound selfish but how worse could my life get? If I was dead? I don't wake up? But what if that's what I want?

This world is so cold. Innocent people die everyday. Mothers are taken away from their homes. Unborn children are killed off before they even have a chance at life. Soon to be and already fathers are taken away from their children. But you'd never in a million years think that it'll happen to you, or your parents, or even one of your siblings right? But then when it hits home you don't know what to do. You go through all these stages of grief; shock, denial, bargaining, depression. But then you get stuck and then you start back with the first step where you get to reminiscing. "I should have done this and that". "That was my fault". "I wish I could go back and-". Then when you think you've finally accepted what has happened. "It is what it is". "Just keep swimming". You end up back where you started, and you feel like such a disappointment and not only to yourself but to the people around you. And your life just feels like an endless cycle.