Today, I didn't want to wake up.
The sun was shining but I wasn't.
Where did my old self go?
Why did the people leave?
The problem is, I woke up.
I woke up sad and broke.
But I still sit here today awake.
I try to stay positive, but I miss my old self.
What has death led me to do?
Scars have a story.
But no one will see them.
I'm loved.
But feel so lonely.
I got to wake up.
My best friend didn't.
It hurts everyday.
It may take a month, a year, a life time.
I will move on.
I woke up today.
I will wake up tomorrow.
But not for me.
For her.
For my family.
For my friends.
But no matter what.
I woke up.