Grace Anne

Wake up in the morning

All your friends are mourning.

Why can’t I have one happy day

When all of these monsters just go away.

I wish that my heart still was whole.

Filled of joy and pureness of gold.

I am on my last leg.

Some encouragement would help

Me clear the grey.

I go to school

I lift my eyes.

I forget all the monsters

They have died.

I won this fight,

There’s no backing down.

Until sundown…

Morning comes and I open my eyes.

The cycle has revised.

A little less harder

Everyday.

Soon enough the monsters will turn to grey.