| Grey |
|---|
| I’m awake, I’m scared, it’s way too early for this. |
| Heaven won’t accept me, with the thoughts in my head. |
| Waking up used to be so easy. |
| Now the cold sweats keep me from leaving. |
| I’m at the point now were sunlight fails to pull me out of my bed. |
| I used to be a morning person, now my bed sheets hold my worries. |
| Cracks in bedroom curtains seep grey light through darkened windows |
| This cloud’s silver lining is rusting in front of me. |
