Why is it that
Every day I come home
With plans of greatness
And grandeur
And yet
I do
Nothing
Every
Day,
Always
The TV turns on
The radio is blasted
The computer heats up
And there’s nothing I can do
There is no thought process
Nothing every accomplished
And yet I wake up every morning
With plans of wonder
But the soda is chugged
By the hour
Just to get through the day
Work just another thing
On the list to do
And night time is the worst
When I sit and stare,
At the sealing
With too many thoughts
It’s like a complication
In my mind
A short circuit
I’ve deceived myself
For far too long
Everyday is a waste
Of life
And it really is
Truly too bad
So sad
But I’m stuck in this rut
And I can’t seem to find my way out
I’m not so sure I want out anymore
I don’t know what the real world is
Or how to act, behave
This life of mine
It’s just a damn waste


And everything's so uncertain
I can feel it in the air
Taste it in each breath
Hear it whispered in the wind
Something’s about to break
It must, or else
There’s electricity in the atmosphere
A shock wave through my mind
Pushed into my very soul
This coldness
It taste bitter
With an iron bite
Kind of like the sight of blood
From my open wounds
And I have tried
To ignore all of this
But yet I can't
For peace I can not find
In this state of mind
This depression hurts
More than broken bones
More than open wounds
Everyday is the same,
The mundane
I can not stand this any longer
I can not understand
What has caused this
This indescribable emotion
This kind of hate love relationship
I have going on with myself
I think I’ve deceived myself
I need fucking help
For I can not stop this
This fear, tears, confusion
Of my everyday life
This unaccomplished, futile existence
Is at a stand still
I can’t do this anymore
I can’t live like this

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