Limbo

There's always this moment
every single day that I question
why I'm here.

Why are any of us here?
How do we get to the point in our lives where we slave over our decisions?
We're never set free. Constantly living in a hole of invisibility.
Nobody cares.
Nobody wants to care. They think they do, but they don't.
Everyone is so caught up in their own fucking lie of a life they don't notice
the pain.
The horror.
The madness rearing its head in whatever direction we are facing.

I'm in that moment.
A limbo.
A point in time where I wonder, what the fuck am I doing?
How did I get here?
To be so, self-destructive?

I had beat this monster, had destroyed it.
Yet it keeps tapping an ugly finger on my window.
Seeping into the cracks and crevices.
Just when you think you've beat it

it attacks.

Limbo.