The Sun shining through my open window, I hear the birds chirping and the wind in the trees.

I feel the creaking of my house, as others stir in their warm beds to awaken to another bright day. 

But I do not feel bright,

the sun on my face does not give me enough warmth. 

The birds chirping do not give me enough peace.

The creaking of my house does not feel at home. 

While the world gets up to start another day, another day similar to the ones before, another day that will be similar in the future,

I stay in  the prison of my bed,

I stay in my bed and grieve for myself,

because I didn’t want to wake up.