I wake to greet the new day, reminded of all the mistakes I've made, but it just doesn't matter anymore. I'm not alone, I'm safe at home. I don't need your sympathy. I can remember a time when you were close. When you talked to me like I was somebody that mattered. When you talked to me at all. Am I just walking dead? I suffer in a cesspool of my miserable existence. It's taking time again. This bitter pill slowly chokes me to death. It's waking time again. I sit beneath this stream of angry words flowing from my breath. It's hanging time again. This rope is too long for the task at hand, I wish I had a friend. Someone who understands this state I'm in. I can't just turn away from things I face each day. The pain it drags me down. I try to smile, but I just frown.
