Each day seems to drag, like a Hellish nightmare.

Each day is one day closer to death, and one day farther from happiness.

Each day is just proof that I'm a complete and utter screw-up.

Each day makes me long for tommorow to come so that I might finally do something with my life.

Each day makes me long for yesterday, so that I might have more time to work things out.

Each day is another chance to be happy.

Each day is another chance to have my heart broken.

Each day, I wonder if there was ever a reason.

Each day, I tell myself the pain will go away.

Each day, I hate myself a little bit more.

Each day, I wish death would swiftly take me.

Each day, I fear for my life.

Each day, I feel more calloused.

Each day, I wish to shed tears, but I can't remember how.

Each day, I die.

Each day, I am born.