I'm not a morning person anymore.
The sun shines its light on all of my problems.
They won't go away.
My world is not just rain, it's a torrential downpour.
The one thing that I crave just walked out the door.
I'm surrounded by all my demons.
No matter where I go.
I've moved seven times.
They always find new ways to make themselves known.
They are always there.
Haunting me.