Another day

the void is opening … sucking me in …. I spend most of the time gasping for breathe …. to keep this sore excuse of a life going …. waiting till I can no longer catch one

The opening is surrounding me taking me to the dark place ….. so null of color …… finally engulfed with nothing.

Waiting because that is all I can do ……. to finally exit this voluntary excile …… some say get over it ….. others just think I am weak. Morris thinks it is his fault ……. noone to blame but me.

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Thinking I may never smile again …… waiting to free my self …. to be happy …. to find the joy that should be mine ….. that fleeting glimps of hope…. That will free me from capture.