sleeping beauty suffering from an utter depression - 6:31 PM

these days waking up is an act of destruction

I rip out the roots I've grown from my bed

my body feeling undeniably heavy and disconnected

the lids of my eyes refusing to accept the dewy morning cos the glittering night sky is so much less bewildering

slumber still whispers in my ear, romancing me to stay with her for 'just five more minutes'  but the minutes turn into hours

life is zooming past me yet I'm still concerned with how sleep is so pleasantly peaceful (she's Death's cousin)

though in reality I must survive the utter stinging of my hollowed eyes

promising them 'just a few more hours'

but the hours are callous and they watch passively as I struggle to find the will to live while they tik-tok-tik-tok into oblivion