It’s days like this that seem the hardest. You wake up feeling numb and empty and for the longest while you start to think. This is all there ever is. I think of all the things I could be, that could’ve been but never are. Slowly sinking into myself, it’s just over now, there’s nothing left. Then why I am I still here? I’m still breathing my heart is beating. I have no courage left on either side I can’t go yet but I still run and hide. There’s still me inside this hole I want to live not just exist. Someone please pull me out I scream but there is no one but my own name. Each day I must save myself inside this prison. But the sadness inside me locks me away sometimes. I’m scared still I feel like screaming but I feel tired and hopeless. There’s still light within me, otherwise why am I here? I peel myself from the bed and put on a happy song. I am my own hero on these days. I wait for the days where I don’t feel chained. One day soon I’ll break these bonds each day I rise and I feel useless. I still wake up and go forward. The day is coming where I won’t feel chained, bound or restless but right now I’ll go make myself some breakfast.