Everyday is the same grey nothingness as the last
When I think about the future I only see the same.
Why bother waking up for today when yesterday was all the same
And yesterday wasn’t worth it either.
I’m so sick of this feeling
I’m so sick of people who don’t know me- who don’t know how long I’ve struggled telling me ‘just be patient. Things will get better.’
How many years do I have to wait to feel happy again.
To feel worth while.
To feel energized.
To feel anything but this grey numbness.