Breaking Dawn

Sometimes I feel as though there is an emptiness inside of me that, at times, seems to burn. The repelling forces that I exert in an attempt to fill the space only leave me wanting more. There is temptation in giving up, yet I am eager to carry on. Silly as though it may seem, I am cursed to a life filled with confusion. There is more, so much more. But I'm lacking clarity in what is it that I am trying to say. I'm running out of adrenaline and the morphine is running low. I am wrecked, overblown, and not to mention fed up with this common cold. Maybe I'm tired. Maybed I'm stressed. Then again, maybe this sanity is sanity after all. Maybe I'm right and have been all along.