W4H +1
Why do I find myself, here again?
On my back, in the doldrums of my existence.
Why can't I stop the way I feel?
Any lower and I'd be floating, just beneath gravity.
What can I do, to turn this, around?
Is there anything at all, or am I damned to where I am now?
What other options, do I have, I just can't see...
Every other option, is just a failure to me.
When will this end, I just can't bear it.
Angry and hurt all the time, you don't see or hear it.
When will I finally get to smile?
One truly filled with happiness, not just habit and denial.
Where can I possibly go from here?
Does a future really exist, or is it just a timer from birth to here.
Where did hope, turn to dismay?
Second after second, day after day.
How do I choose to carry on?
When the reasons I should have, feel like nothing at all.
How do I tell those I love, they don't compare,
When they're telling me, "Think of those who love you, that are still here."
I'm going to have to, build myself up from the ground,
Great thing about being picked apart, is that, you see, all so clearly.
No more crying, not a peep, not a sound,
Just focus on each new breath, and keep on breathing... barely...
Daniel Zuppa
21/10/17