Tomorrow`s a new day, with new opportuinities.
But where`s the comfort in that
when every god damn day is just
another struggle, another
fight to stay sain in this nightmare I`m living in?
this nightmare that youre living in?
Every day is a struggle to stay out
of that black hole that is so familiar.
I feel safe there, somehow, though I know
that it is the worst place for me to be.
Pitch black.

Emma Isdal

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-old-familiar-places/