Apathy

There's a sense of Deja Vu looming in the air, a weight that's pounding on my shoulders every morning I try to lift myself from my familiar bed.
Have a created this stale sour taste my life has become?
I feel as if there's ice cold waves slamming against me cutting like knives tearing me into thousands of tiny shards.
I am estranged from everything I know. An outcast sent to trial by my own doings.