Somewhere in the deep dark room, I'm sitting in a corner pondering about my existence.
The sun never shines here nor does the light strike my mind
But everytime I sit back on the floor with the wall supporting my head I drown in the abyss of agony.
I'm craving for the sun to shine.
I'm dying to see the lustrous light.
I endeavour to run away from this intimidating box with no casement and where the sunflower die but I forfeit like I did my life.
It feels like surviving in a burial chamber ,which mortals leave flowers on.
Save me !Save me! I yell and cry
But no one comes to protect me from this horrifying sight.
They come and express their grief and go and never look back at me and wonder how do I do?
They treat me like a dead alive,
eventhough i am not dead but not alive ,for treating me like this they are not right.
Don't I deserve to live a life free of stress and full of smiles?
