Long Days

Lonely is no longer an overbearing situation that consumes life but rather a constant annoyance that make life so uneventful and bland. I miss being hurt to be honest not feeling anything ever is the worst faith a man can endure. What is a man once you take his desire to live he is no longer a man but something broken and beating wasting away. The worst time of the day is the morning the disappointment of waking from a deep drunken sleep that death didn't claim us in our sleep or maybe the nights they are so very long, every moment passing you by leaving you there to feel the pain of existence. I hate those nights I close my eyes hoping for something more anymore you pray every night all night but you don't believe anyone is listening. Thus passes another long night