I wake up in the morning,
to a brand new day,
my body aches with hatred,
my soul with so much pain.
there's nothing left to say,
I'm left to rot here in misery,
left to hate myself more everyday,
and the endless name calling from the monster in my head doesn't make it any
less blurry for myself.
I'm constantly in battle,
whether it be with you or myself,
I just wish that this was over,
happiness is something I have not recently seen or felt.
but I still wake up every morning,
to a brand new day,
despite the fact that I'm filled with so much hatred,
and have felt so much pain.

 
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