Woke up this morning
A sharp pain in my head
Want to get up
But lye there instead.
The room was spinning
My thoughts insane
Living this life
Is living in vain.
I think of you daily
I miss hearing your voice
It’s not as though
I was given a choice.
I exist living
Inside my own shell
Some say its Heaven
I call it Hell.
I saw the sky crying
And wished you were here
Day turned to night
With a drop of a tear.
So, here I am
Still in bed
Want to get up
But lye here instead.