Broken

Dear my lovely readers,

I don't know where my mind is, but I know this, it is in a state of sorrow, and I feel broken, even though it was never in a state to call it fixed to even be broken. I sit, and stare at the clock, and wait for tomorrow, and Lord knows I hope for a good day since I can use one. I hate being sad, and feeling empty as if there is no one to turn to, so I just keep everything inside, and it is like a small tare at first it is small, and no big deal. but over time it grows, and grows until it is a a gaping hole. and happiness seeps out of it like death in a grave, leaving nothing but sorrow to conquer what is left of me. A problem I am having is I don't want to talk about this with anyone these days, not my psychologist, my friends, my family no one, and I wish it was not like this.

This month has been wack, please let October be a good one

thank you to those who read this
I love you all deeply
your friend,
vpk