My Day

My Day

Everyday the sad and sorrow I feel.

No one can expect to be real.

Those feelings that I always felt,

I always hoped they'd melt.

Every day I wake up with the constant fear

Hoping if my freedom is anywhere near.

If you didn't know

This is how my day goes.

I open my eyes

I see nothing, what a surprise.

I take in a long, deep breath

And the air smells like death.

I think of what to do

In my small, tiny room.

I know what to do, my daily routine.

I pretend I'm stable and happy

But I feel totally crappy.

I pray for a guardian angel to save me

But, of course, that can't really be.

I force myself to eat

And for the rest of the day I feel extremely beat.

I go to my room and take a seat.

I'd love one conversation between you and me.

I lay down and pray,

Go to sleep and end my day.