Every waking day....... i lay,
lookin at the borin pale ceiling....feeling.........numb., tired and lost.
I find the energy to lift myself outta of my bed......everyday.
look at myself in the mirror on the wall, i walk away....... wanto cry, i wonder how other ppl survive this \\\'life\\\'. then i realise ....not everyone it meant to be here.
I brush my hair, almost in a temper..upset that i have to skwl!
