We've all suffered through birthdays
Christmas
Thanksgiving
Easter
Mothers day
Fathers day
Too weak to get out of bed day
Sick day
Sister day
Grandma day
Auntie day
But what about me day
What happens when my day suffers?

We are flesh-eating zombies living on plagued planets

Antidote
Arguments
Arranged
Always
Afraid
Acquired
A page
Abandon
Accept

you are white walls
of an artist whom is lost
you are the colors to the ink
from a brush
that was hidden
you are the lost
we are the found
but you are too blind from darkness
to see the light of the sun.

I don't want to get up
The sun is too yellow
Her rays are too strong
I say
Sleep is for the weak she claims
She peels back my eyelids
I'm blind for the day

i didnt mean to stick you in a room filled with strangers
no tv set
no friends
no family
just you
yourself
and nothing
so nurses could sedate you
torture you
take away what little sanity
you might hold onto
your voice was shaky
scared sounding
id never seen you scared before
but today
even i felt scared for you
you used to be my rock
you used to carry the weight of the world
on your shoulders until one day
i started seeing how the world was always carrying the weight
of you
even i felt the pressure
i grew tired
like the wrinkles on your face
and the circles under your eyes
by the way you really need to sleep
i hope your sleeping now
i just hope you remember to live
when you wake

I tried to run from you
but then i remembered
you'll be the one to die first.