the tortured poet

This morning I woke up in a daze 
Depressed and unstable my life a foggy haze
Can I bring myself to tell them what's really going on
Or do I remain a tortured poet just me and my songs
I'm nearing the pit that I'm bound to fall in
If it's not for the better then it is for my sins
in my future I see nothing  in my past I see the pain
In the end, I'm stuck playing a losing game
Mr.apocalapse knows what It is 
because he and I are  the same