i'm bored . . . again

There will always be a void
An emptiness, a loneliness
A hatred for my existance that used to be my life
What little laughter i have these days
is really just a cover for the sorrow
that lies in minions beneath it
Each laugh is a tear
That is yet to be shed
As nightmares re capture
My son in my head


I don't want to be here anymore.....
Each day gets harder and lonlier than the day before
Sleep becomes less fequent and plagued by nightmares
whilst my days are filled with visions of death.......
I no longer live...........I only exist
How much longer till i finally find peace?


How am I going here? Its scary and heavy, and i worry about spilling my emotions out on you. Please let me know Thank you