slowly, but definitely, i have found myself eroding away.
losing myself more to who i have become.
this isn't how its supposed to be.  i wasn't supposed to end up this way.
not me, of course not.
the feeling of being overcome have become a permanent emotion.
help has never seemed real. never a realistic answer to any of my questions.
i could walk for 10 days to find the nearest exit and it still wouldn't be good enough.
never be smart enough, never be happy enough, never be enough.
lost interest in most everything that used to even give me the slightest essence of living.
freedom is no longer free as this body has become a prison with no exit.
no matter what, i wake up the same way i fell asleep, alone.
the same way i live. alone.
words can never become enough to complete the missing links that lead to my happiness.
i used to be content, but also not at all.
now  the only way i can describe any of this is miserable.