My insides still are raw.. I wake up hoping to feel happy.. but it is the same demons that always come early in the morning.. I run for some vice.. something to distract me from the turmoil inside.. the voice that says I will always fail.. that feels no hope.. I simply don't want to be.. I cannot tell you why.. I can barely get these words out.. I just lay there hoping, staring at my inbox desperate for love.. from kindness from anyone .. but the only people that care are spam lords....they love me..
