To go to bed and wake up every single day, knowing nothing is changing nor getting better, to be stuck in the vicious cycle of life, debt, and anonymity, wears you down.
To not feel any sense of accomplishment, but only utter failure. To put that false smile on your face everyday, all the while deep down inside yourself you just want to scream and explode like a possessed child...
Makes waking up every single morning, a living hell in itself...Yet I do it every single day because I try to be a good father, good husband and good human being.
At what point is it just too much? At what point does a man break and say this is it for me...Ive had enough...
I have not reached that point, but feel I may be close....what happens happens to men who reach that point? and where do you go from there...Broken, defeated, embarrassed and ashamed...
Fallen as far as possible, with no light in sight....Complete Darkness...
My Own Personal Hell...
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