Erase

Sometimes I feel like just erasing myself & from the look of things there isn’t much left.  A mere shell only remains, a faceless soul with little to gain. 

Unhappiness is the one thing that continually occupies my space & wipes away all efforts of me trying to place a smile upon my face.  

A collective of poor decisions have overwhelmed my thoughts & now I can only reminisce of those internal battles that I once fought. How I use to be strong both mentally & physically yet today I’m weaken by both fatigue & misery.  I sit a many days lost in a stare, to be present in the physical however I’m never really here. 

The great escape is much similar to a magic trick. Now you see me yet my aspirations for life itself no longer exist.