I'm making breakfast at 3:06 p.m
sitting in front of the computer
wondering if this is life I want.

To wake up after the birds and
after the action news,
only to watch the sun go to sleep
instead of me.

Wondering why I cry at the slightest of things,
at TV shows that depict no realization
to me.

My bed is a prison of comfort,
while my mind is locked away.
I think I'm sad.

I don't know what to think.

If life is like this,
confused, sad, and hopeless.

Is death any better?