My days

my days are lonely as dry as a whistle every minute of everyday this is not life if it is, then I'm screwed it's no way to live life's as adventure mine's a drag I have to push through everything force myself to go through it even though I don't want to miss the days my life wasn't a misery it was only a pleasure back then I used to love living always looking forward to something I was heading towards a promising future a future that now seems uncertain