at this point i am nothing more than a breathing corpse

i am awoken every morning by the sun on my face.

the milliseconds that follow, are my favorite.

for in those split seconds, i do not remember the pain of my existence.

then.

as i extend my body for that long morning stretch, reality sinks in.

i remember i am living in a hell in which i cannot seem to escape.

i am not wanted. i am sure as hell not needed.

at this point i am nothing more than a breathing corpse, that is tired of being woken by the sun.