My Dark Morning

I wake each morning to the dark cold present which has become my existence.
Knowing not where to go and realizing I hardly know where I am.
There is a longing of wanting to be but I only seem to just be.
Hope gets you nothing
In the end what have you accomplished by doing so?

It is lonely now where I am
The sun rises and sets and my feet move everyday but I seem to get nowhere.
What am I supposed to do?
Where am I Supposed to go?
Things seemed to be so much easier back then.
Back in a time where you were told what to do and you did it and nothing more.
Now I try to make choices on my own but I know not how I got so lost.

The light fades from within as happiness becomes an illusion.
My soul cries and aches but I just can not shed a tear.
Will I ever find my way back to myself?
The me I have become and am living now is not who I am meant to be.
Someone please save me from myself and everything around me.
I am dying and I can not make it any further on my own.