Self Pity

All hope is gone. Nothing is left. No motivation, no solution, no idea.

Even if I had a solution I don’t have the power to enforce it.

Powerless,

Hopeless,

Loser.

I live inside my own head creating a different reality to the one that exists.

No plan for the future, no plan for the present.

Daydreamer,

Bullshitter,

Fantasist.

Every day is the same. Every day is s**t. Every single day.

No self esteem, can’t look at myself, wasting my prime.

Regret,

Regret,

Regret.

Need a way, I need a way….there’s no way. Why bother to pray?