9:38 am
the light shine through my window
and my eyes open,
the room fills with regret
along with the warmth from the sun
I am tired,
but when am I not.
12:58 pm
it is cold outside
and not like usual,
not as it was the morning you left my bed.
I am changing-
but then again, when am I not
3:23pm
I am tired.
I am alway tired.
7:47pm
I wondered if going outside would fix the dreadful experience of being alive.
I am condition to want comfort
the conditions of something, somewhere else-
that I cannot control
10:04pm
I wish that sun was up.
I am scared,
but when was I not.