I,

awake,
Barely,
head hurting,
Knees bending,
And I cannot greet the day, just not yet,
Exhausted,
Looking for a cup of liquid black gold to heal my soul,
Maybe a good book to give me good thoughts and a sunshine to help me know I am alive.
Another day,
Of maybe more heartache,
But who knows,
Now I'm sitting and typing wondering,
If I'll ever be a somebody,