Sometimes
when I wake up I feel so disappointed.
Disappointed that I woke up. That the black warm emptiness that I feel like I
see while sleeping has gone and I’m forced to live another day. Another sad
day. A day where I spend every ounce of my energy and being to be happy.
Sometimes with ease. Other days it’s harder than most.
Sometimes if I’m lucky enough to be involved in my dreams I never want to leave
them. Because those dreams make me feel like
life is worth living for. Life should be worth living for. Being alive is a
gift. A beautiful one but in a world filled with violence, negativity and self
hatred the gift becomes a curse.
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