Gloomy Sunday

Another day wasted.

Another day gone.

Another day’s passed and I still haven’t moved on.

I wake up with dread,

the burden of living.

My fear of the day that I’ll be missing,

my only motivation to crawl out of bed.

Today I gave in to my deepest desire.

When I awoke to the rain dripping down my window,

I retreated deeper into the sheets, deciding,

from the world, today, I would retire.

I blurred my vision,

I slept in all day.

I ignored the message from my roommate

who was only worried about my condition.

If only

I had given

into my demise.

If only

last night

in my sleep

I had died.

Frantic

she’d be

when I’d never venture out of my room.

Peacefully

I’d lie,

finally ridden of my gloom.