You know what's wrong?

I'm sitting here in my room pretty much spent from a day full of stress. Exhaustion claws at my inner being and the edges of my vision blur as the sandman calls me name. Deep inside my heart I feel a hole... maybe not so much a hole but a weariness left behind by one too many bad situations. Life seems to be full of these now, an endless struggle of a series of unfortunate events, highlighted by some things going my way. Money bleeds from my pores and my sweat is full of anxiety. The guitar, the piano, the music, who once drove this force away, are now outdated weapons in a war far to advanced for this young soldier.

What can I do? What can I say? Will really even matter anyway?

Frustration builds up and puts the world on  my shoulders. Am I being punished like Atlas by the gods?

Will it even get better from here on out or am I destined to work hard for the rest of my life for nothing?

History, oh how you were what we are. Destined are the modern people to repeat you. Wars upon wars about nothing more than a simply feud no one remembers. Work upon work for the weary so the wealthy can have their dues. Plenty having it all come easy, the rest breaking their backs to get by. History, O History. You continue on, continuity being your game and all the world the stage. We each have out parts and we each play our roles and we all fall down at one time or another. The stage falls down and nothing is left around and all you can see is........ nothing.....