I hate these mornings

I hate these mornings
When I wake up to the desperately sincere wish
that I hadn't
When I look around and realize
I'm alone
When the silence screams opportunity
For the chaos inside of my head
to get an early start on my day.
When everything just feels
Wrong
And all I want to do
Is crawl back into my cold and lonely bed
Until all of this is over
But I can't.
I hate these mornings.

9/6/2001 10:00 AM

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