the morning

7:30 am

I'm awake again, I'm alive
But am I, really?
Every day I wake up and ask myself this same question.
I feel myself breathing, but I am completely numb.
Everyone I love has tired of me - all I have left
Is the battle in my head; my demons keep me company
I've wanted to end it so many times- wanted it all to be over - but the truth is, the person I used to be; happy, full of life died long ago.
All that is left
Is an empty shell of the man I once was
Life is an endless loop
For me
Beginning at

7:30 am