I wake up in the morning and think to myself
another day of torture to lay upon my shelf
I try to let my worries fade and disappear with my gloom
knowing it will take courage for me to walk out of the room
When i finally do lifted partially was the weight
until i look into the mirror and force myself not to hate
You see for me each day is worse than the day i have lived before
and the day thats due to come leaves me broken on the floor
broken is my body shattered is my pride
a feeling i call emptiness which i feel constantly inside...