My heart aches every morning, it makes me feel week. Most of time is from the loneliness of being alone on a double sized bed every day. Other mornings its from the stress of my problems or problems my family places on me to resolve. I wish didn’t feel so weak every morning. The times I’m truly happy are when I sleep. The sound of eternal sleep gets better every morning I face. No more lonely nights, no more stressing over my financial problems, no more disappointing plans for the future. I could be myself without being tide down to the wrong people and sinking to the deep abyss of depression.