believe me, i know
there is nothing more heartbreaking
then laying in your bed at night
thinking, i can't get up in the morning
but you do
you always do.
and you realize there is nothing you can do
about the constant repetition we're stuck in
of love, hate, happiness, grief
but waking up
to a broken heart
feels like your day is over before it even began.
how do i cope
with this feeling of having so little
and still getting up every single day
and moving on?
when the little things are no longer enough to keep you going?
that is where i am
just a few inches off rock bottom
close enough that i hit it every time i stumble even a little
and every time it's harder climbing, scraping, dragging myself up
because i already know what's going to happen.
i will just fall back down again.
my happiness is always so tainted
joy does not exist
for me anymore.
pure, simple joy.
i became insatiable
after the one thing i wanted more than anything was taken away from me
and the love of my life
chose someone else.
see, they always leave.
and they are lucky.
i have to stay here with me.