You know that feeling?
That moment when you wake up,
that split second,
where you think life is good,
You can't even give yourself a reason for your troubles
You can't recall that feeling of pain,
or the memory of hopelessness

You are content,
for once.

And the second that comes after,
where it immediately hits you.
You realize reality is all rushing back to you
and you have to live another day.

This is why I hate going to sleep,
because I know I'll have to wake up,
and every time I wake up,
that feeling *repeats