Much Longer?

Each day goes by with uncertainty hanging over it, still

I'm sick of living and breathing the bullshit, but must continue

I'm beginning to feel like the piece of crap I've been pigeon holed as

I'm running out of steam, confidence, motivation and time

Hours upon hours wasted and all ending with the same result

There is nothing more I could be doing, no magic words to mutter

I just want to crawl into a little ball and cry...