These Fucking Days.

The days get worse and worse as I move, and try to head towards a better life. But something sucks me back in. I'm in a deep black hole sweating, bleeding, and crying. I can't catch a goddamn break. I feel like I'm peeling, but all the skin has calloused so it won't come off so easily. I have to take a knife in order to get it off, but then give up through out the process. I give up on a lot of things. My life lacks order. I hate what friends I have. I hate what little I give myself. I'm finally breaking down. I finally needed this. I kept everything inside for so fucking long that its coming out. I don't want to see you ever again. I don't want to see any of your fucking faces I wish to wipe off. You all use me. It's hard to say that, it really is. But it's true. I'm there when everyone else has gone. So why don't you just come to me, right? I'm fucking right.