Dread

Dread.

When your eyes open for every Godforsaken morning, it's all what you can feel.

Dread.

Your day comprises of: nothing.

You wait for the day to drag towards tomorrow.

You hated whining yet that's what you do for every freaking second of your life.

Boredom.

It's amazing how you live through your life.

With emptiness as your constant companion, it's amazing how you are still alive.

You fill your day with snippets of fantasies.

Sometimes you ask yourself how come, why is it, what if...etc.

It's sad.

Yet you can't stop.

It amuses you. Urging you to live.

A temporary solution of some sort.

Pathetic.

You're strong and yet you always like to feel weak.

You're not alone yet you wanted to think you are for the sake of causing dilemma.

You're the creator of your problems, that's what you're good at.

You'd like to think that every small conflict is huge and somehow related to you.

Conceited.

Deep down, you're very vain and selfish.

You wanted attention yet you hated them at the same time.

You're confused and troubled.

Denial

There is an answer but you don't want to end it so easily.

You're not easily satisfied so you create a diversion in the form of another problem.

You provide your own devil.

For you, there is no permanent cure.

For you, there is no way out.

End

it would never end, that's what you always say when someone asks.

These inner demons would never fade away.

They would never leave you.

Because you yourself had already fell in love with them.

And you won't let them leave you.

There is no end.