It is to the point that there is reason to get out of bed

No motivation for any task
No drive from anything
No inspiration from the mind

No writing
No reading
No television
No food
No school work
No music
No socializing

Everything that once meant something or was required
Now lost in the cloud overhead

Every morning a reminder of what today will be like is revealed
Open the letter, read the letter, find out it's the same letter everyday

Depression
Self-loathing
Fat
Ugly
Worthless
Failure
Sadness
Anger
Family problems
Anxiety
Hopeless
Lonely, completely alone
Bored
Exhausted
Confused
Guilt
Regret
And the weight of the past, behind, pushing into the ground

Darkness
Pain
And torture
Are what to face waking up

But what if there was no waking up
Would there be no more suffering?

I looked up to the sky
The moon was shining so bright
To me, it was shedding its light
Like its telling me everything's gonna be alright

Unobstructed by clouds
It  looked so full
Like it owned the entire sky

But for some reason,
it looked so lonely


And for some reason
I felt happy
knowing that I am not the only
one who is lonely