Broken Sense of Freedom

I realize I have been wrong to expect anything from someone so emotionally immature and incapable of adult like communication. The easy thing would be to say there is no point...oh but that is such a lie.

There is a point.

So vivid and clear.

Painted with pain.

It's a masterpiece that will not be finished until I take my last breath.

Just know I am done wasting effort and energy and breath.

If I was going to spend energy it would just be negative and pointless wastes of be and being.

So I can breath and smile at death.

I hate that feeling of depression...that pushes things to where you do not want to do anything.

Apathy is annoying.

Badgering and beating.

Trying to breath at times is hard.

But every time I stand up, every day I get up out of bed and keepkicking things around...it gets just a little easier.

Every time.

It's hard to stand up.

But time to stand tall and not give up.

Time and time again.