Serenity

There’s not a minute that goes by that I don’t feel alone. Not a fucking minute. And nothing helps.. nobody helps. I’m so stuck in the dark it feels as if I’ll never get out. The smallest thing will set me off. And then boom- I’m stuck. Again. And again. And again.. I’d rather give up than go through this again.

Waking up Morning consumes the night and as I wake I see the light. Somehow the light’s not enough, these days are getting tough. Sometimes I wish I didn’t get this cold dark feeling taking over me. Each day that I’m awake, it feels as a deadly disease. I’m waiting for the day when I can finally feel alive. Begging on my knees to feel something, push the negative aside. I’m tired of feeling so lost and I’m tired of feeling so lonely. I wish I had someplace, just a little more homely. Night creepily falls over and I look over my shoulder For it’s not the lord but the devil coming over. He wants in my head, and sometimes he can succeed. Because instead of living- sometimes I wish I’d bleed. I hate that I feel this way, I have so many good things. But at times even that can’t break the thought that I’m having. Others have it worse, trust me this I know. So why can’t I just be okay, instead of living life so low?