My life is falling apart. Like sand slipping through my tiny hands. I am holding so few in my hand yet the weight of it is dragging me down making me kneel and in the end there will be nothing left to hold. I will look at myself and ask why I put myself to this miserable labyrinth which only led to dead ends. Every path I take is tainted with pain and suffering. I wake up looking at this sky with a crystal clear blue and yet there is always this dark fog consuming the world around me no matter how bright the sun shines. 

I live and go through every morning even though the next morning will be as dark as the morning before. That is the true meaning of insanity. I am insane enough to live. The day where I don‘t wake up anymore will be the day where I have become sane.