shit sucks

i lay barren in my thoughts..
willfully looking for an excuse to brighten me up or jump start my already paralysed senses.With what was supposed to be a great source of hope slowly eroding away, with it goes my high stalk of cards crumblimg in unison into the abbys. So 'nothing' is the calling of the day.I dont know why they say people stay without food when depressed cause i eat like hell. I tell myself things will get better just like life rebuilds after a storm, like the forest relives a cold snap, like the sky brightens after darkness....but the answers rings in in unison "shit aint happening, just sleep and drown in emptiness" i dutifully obey. My sweat pants(okay i dont have sweat pants more of shorts and a vest) and me are in the prime of our love affair, for how long..? i do not know.