day in the life . - poem -

god if you're there,
diffuse my brain, for it's rotting.
i didn't ask to be made this way.
i'd be left better off forgotten.

i regret every breath i take,
each and every single day.
why do i think this way,
with every thought being one i can't shake?

i wish i knew where i was going when i was gone,
but part of me knows too well.
"wake me from this nightmare", i plead.
and then i wake,
so they say.

but nonetheless, the terror never fades.
and this is how life goes on,
day by day.