It begins again.

I awake feeling cold and broken...
Like a mirror that has been smashed into a million pieces.
I force my corpse to rise,
I feel the cold air blow the dust off my lungs with each breath.  
The emptiness inside my mind becomes overwhelmed with thoughts of dying.

I fight another war against myself.

Each day is another scar, another repeat, another failure.
I can't even remember the last time I smiled...
I pray to God for change. Something to just get me through the day.
Something to take the pain away.

I am forsaken again.

I sit alone here in my isolated world.
I can't help but think that this is where I belong,
Laying in the filth with the roaches and vermin...
I am a disease.
I am nothing.

I listen to the silence whisper its nothings in my ear.
I let the parasites breed in my skull.
I want to become numb again...
I want the pain to go away.

I just don't want to be me anymore.