Wake up, get up, eat,
wash, brush, work, repeat.
Every day, more than half of your day,
all days, lost.

The cost of a childhood is paid
as soon as your first responsibility is made.
I struggle, never asked to be born,
I juggle life decisions
just to see them drop and hit the floor.

I seem to have lost my ability to care.
Will I ever wake up from this manic nightmare