Living becomes an effort to survive

Living becomes an effort to survive . Waking up to the same miserbale feeling, makes it more difficult to digest even though it’s the same things done on a daily basis.
The yearn for light to comfort us is far within our reach . Everytime we try to reach out to someone we fail because of bottling so much, we explode.
Being afraid to confide, immune to handle difficult situations on our own results in being edgy or irritable all the time. We have no control of our anger, thoughts, and decisions.
It’s a struggle, which no one could ever understand. What we face daily is sometimes petty, dramatic, and no genuine concern is given. Everything we do feels useless, unworthy.
We take time as being a waste and speaking as wasteful. We remind ourselves that there is nothing in this life that will give us a positive vision because we’re clouded in the darkest, evil depths of our soul.