Waking Up to An Empty Day

The sun has risen,
the beggining of a new day.
Bringing in the morning,
but I stay right where I lay.

What would happen,
if I didn't wake up today?
Would I be terribly missed?
Or would others go on with their day?

Rays of sunlight,
creep in through the blinds,
But my world keeps on spinning,
As I'm losing sense of time.

I dangle my feet,
at the edge of my bed,
I stumble my way to my bathroom,
with a throbbing in my head.

I stare into my mirror,
what is it I see?
Just another person standing there,
another person who isn't me.

The telephone is ringing,
not sure who is on the other line.
I snatch the phone off the hook,
as the wall and the phone combine.

This empty room,
I know it so well,
Coat in hand I exit my apartment,
giving the old place a farewell.

I try to get away,
I tried and I tried.
Letters began falling,
as the mail man and I collide.

He gives me the letters,
and a scared look.
I take them from his hand,
letters from the family and a phone book.

The phone book goes flying,
as I open up the note.
Angry words pour into me,
dangling in my throat.

Who have I become?
A person who doesn't care?
A person who finds joy in,
nothing but despair.

These long days keep passing,
I let things slip away,
waking up to nothing,
but an empty day.