When the sun rises on the still sleeping town,
The crimson light of dawn creeping over the hills,
Like a fire waking up the shadows,
Wispy innocent clouds meandering in the pale blue sky,
The shouts of kids playing in the streets,
The songs of birds and the buzzing of lawnmowers,
Creating a gentle orchestra of noises,
people going about their day,
Spending the sun with friends or loved ones,
And me,

In my room furiously ******* whilst crying,