I sit in the darkness and feel as I see,
I look at the world around me and I can't help but think-
When will we be free?
When will the "just living" boat finally sink?

When will I finally feel joy in reading once more?
When will I go back to the way I was before?
When will I wake to see I have wings to soar?
When will my heart not feel sore?

I want to die.
I want to sleep and not wake up.
But if you ask, I'll say I'm "fine".
When can I restart my life from the top?