Waking up is like knowing that everyday knowing nothing will change
Trying to smile like nothing is wrong
The bed calls my name like it's my only hope for escape
My old grey hoodie acts like it is the only comforting thing
My room becons like a light house in the fog of night
The darkness reaches for me like an old friend
Me acting like it is a sickly animal
Walking out into the sunlight like it's the only thing I need
Welcoming the fresh air like it's the miricle pill
Knowing my life life will go on is like running to the tree on Chrismas morning
