How do I even begin to explain the way that I am feeling?
It’s a sense of emptiness;
A sense that you would care not to have.
I have no drive or motivation to do anything.
I’m sick of living the life that I have.
Sick of living in this body of mine.
I can’t seem to get out of this rut.
I can only wish that I were someone else.
Wish that I was happy, but doing that gets me nowhere.
I have no destination.
My future is unknown.
I just want to disappear.
I want to eliminate my life, but I’m scared of the unknown.
I just wish I had the desire to live and the courage and hope to make my life better.
How do I do that?
Well I think I know how, but how do I get myself to truly want to do the work?
I have given up on myself.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m scared and alone.
I’m pathetic and lonely.
Wish I just could be healthy and happy.
Party with friends and relax on the beach,
But instead I’m alone in this room,
Typing on a keyboard as black as my heart.