Waking up everyday,
But for what purpose?
To see the same stormy day,
The same green leaves?

To feel my chest still heavy,
My tears still not falling,
The same day,
All over again.

Everything unchanging,
Nothing special,
Just like me,
The lone person.

Only wishing for a sunny day,
But the stormy days only gets worst.

Just like breaking glass,
Won't stop its shattering,
Me waking up everyday,
Won't stop me from falling again.

Wouldn't being asleep be better?
Nightmares, dark whispers,
Wonderful dreams, light chattering,
A coma, an alternate universe.

Wouldn't being me change everything?
Wouldn't finding me be swell?
Wouldn't getting to know me change your pov?

But I lost me years ago,
So I can't see anymore,

I'm just someone pretending,
That they know the way.

Some pretending,
They know how the rain fell,

When in reality,
They knew not how the grass grew.