Somehow

At this moment life does not seem fair, as I look around I see I must not care. The house is a mess there is alot to clean, yet I sit here thinking I need to do something. could it be somehow a part of me might be dying. When nothing goes right, I begin to lose all hope, that when I turn to the dope just to somehow cope. Over time I find its nothing but deception I receive, Guilty for going against everything I truly believe. I can clearly determine the wrong with what I see, I should not worry about what others plan to do, As long as I know in my heart I am doing what's true. There must be something holding me back right now, If only I could figure it out, there has to be a way how.