I'm awake.
I am awake, right?
I throw my legs out of bed.
I'm breathing.
I'm tired. Always tired
The yelling in the background hurts my head. I rub the stress away "It's all good. You'll make it" I think to myself.
I lie to myself alot

Another day, the same endless cycle.
I feel empty.
Thoughtless.
Soulless

The razor blade sits there. calling...calling..always calling out
No, I can't.. but why not? Would it be so bad if I were gone? I don't think so
So why prolong it? I have no answer

Another day, same tiring cycles. I try to sleep, fitfully as always

maybe tomorrow I will wake up.