I wake up.

  through curtainless windows Sunlight blinds.

  The pain in my eyes slowly reminds

  of the struggle that keeps me in my binds.

  I wake up.

  Sluggish, weak, thirsty, bleak.

  Throwing my legs without a shriek

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  leaving this bed without technique.

  I woke up.

  Sitting in front of this white screen,

  wondering where I would've otherwise been

  were it not for the things I've seen.

  I woke up.

  It's been hours now, sunlight fading.

  My mind is slowly degrading,

  emptiness cascading.

  I woke up.

  Conciousness is hard to keep.

  Slowly I am counting sheep.

  But before I start, I fall asleep.

  Tomorrow is another day,

  abyss is slowly growing.

  Happiness keeps it at bay,

  luckily the growth is slowing.