Climbing Out of the Muck

I don't know what to say.
I just want to sit, and rock.
Cry. Whmiper. Scream.

Every day, I open
my eyes and try.
I try not to think.
Just to survive.

Sometimes it's one day.
One hour. One minute.
Sometimes, it's from breath
to breath. Second to second.

Sometimes, I just want to give up.
Sometimes I want to die. I just
want it to be over. Done. I want
to be finished with existing.

Then, I read the story.
I blast the music.
I sing the song.
Close my eyes and dream.

There will be a day.
I won't feel like shit.
My dreams will not be black.
And my songs will be happy.