I hate having to reach down deep inside of myself
Trying to find that one glimmer of motivation
I hate searching for hours
For the courage to get out of bed
I hate letting my mind wander
Down the dark paths
Why can’t I write about happy things
Normal people things
Why can’t I make myself care
Even a little bit
Why can’t I shake this off
And pull myself out of it
Am I the only one who feels this blankness
Dull and empty blank nothingness
Am I the only one who hears the voices
Of the evil merciless parts of myself
Am I the only one who sees life
As a chore
November 8, 2014
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