daylight stories with gum teeth

As the shadows crawl under your bed you feel hollow from all that morning light surrounding you. Glimpses of joy fade under the 2m high sky of your ordinary flat. You wake up screaming as if you had woken the dead. You try to tell yourself each morning "I am a human being dammit.My life has value!" but you do nothing in order to challenge yourself. Capture the moment and hold it for the rest of your pathetic existence. All in all that's what your life is: A rassemblement of small fractures, all put together under the microscope. A microscope. You put your bones together, swim each morning trough your own pile of shit, trying to get faster to that sacred place where you throw it all out and polish your gum-like teeth afterwards. Got there? Do it and get out. Get out of your can, get out of your own box and step into the ravishingly big box that the world offers you. The box in which you'll find similar, different or familiar people, struggling just like you to swim through shit every day and not drown in it. Saying "don't tripp in your own shit" won't help you anymore, cuz you're into this shit 'till the top of your ears already. You just gently try to remove the stains off your jacket and move on to the next level of the box, the x-box I might add. You are nothing more than a walking shadow, a meer resembling of bones. A scavenger craving for luxurious food when you actually have nothing at all to eat and even a crump of bread would be exquisite. And so you sleep awake trough life...skip from glimpses to glimpses of crumps of joy (not more, not less)....and keep saying to yourself : My life has value! To whom?! for fucks sake?! Tell me one person that isn't stuck in here as deep as you are. Can you?! I rest my case and pleed for the silence of lambs.