To awake and lay stagnant,

eyes open and dry,

involuntarily breathing.

Silence screaming in my ears,

begging to be heard.

There is no light shinning through the window above my bed.

An aching radiates,

beginning in my heart and knotting in my stomach,

why do I know this feeling all too well?

Every fiber of my being forces itself to contract.

Sitting slouched,

looking tired,

heavy bags under my eyes,

My reflection stares at me from accross the room.

A whisper grates through my ears,

"And you thought tomorrow would be better?"