sorrow

Sitting here in sorrow,

while I think about tomorrow.

The future is always waiting,

my mind is constantly hating.

The thought of living through another day,

makes me feel like a sad display.

Everything I do is getting tiring,

now barely anything is inspiring.

Wish I could just sleep through my days,

so my brain wouldn't have so many frays.

No social contact all damn day,

I hate myself in every way.

Nothing aside from family and friends drives

me to keep living on.

Every shred of me wants to be gone.

Can't even cry because there is no point.

I'm empty inside and I just disappoint.

A long road ahead full of dread and pain,

Someone do me a favor and shut off my brain.