The saddest day of my life starts
when the birds are chirping
and the rays of sunlight beautifully penetrate my white curtains
waking me from my half death
It continues as people come and go
filling their stomach for breakfast,
lunch and dinner
As people pass by to complete their
daily business
It goes as the sun shows itself until
it hides for the moon to take place
It starts from the earliest of time
and it circles with no end
My saddest day, for others,
might seem as normal as it could be
But to me, 'normal' is the word
I could never be
