The sun shines on my face but I'm cold. I go back under the covers and hide at the end of my bed. Hoping the dark is better than the cold. It's not my eyes start playing tricks, I see things moving around me like shadows. The fear has taken hold, the weight on my chest Is keeping me from breathing. I close my eyes and tell myself It will be okay hoping to gain some piece of reality. I finally feel safe enough to get out of bed and begin my day. But this feeling never goes away. The fear has taken deep roots, all other feeling slowly fading away smiling never feels right any more. Happiness is a distant memory I now longer hope to have agian.
