The day after, the world still turns,
oblivious to the pain that burns.
The sun still rises, birds still sing,
as I lay in bed, unmoving.
The silence deafens, the void consumes,
each breath a battle, each thought entombs.
I long for the peace I thought I'd find,
but now I'm trapped, lost inside my own mind.
People will go on with their simple lives,
unaware of the turmoil that inside me lies.
I watch them through hollow, lifeless eyes,
wishing I could join them, but the will dies.
The days drag on and on, minute by minute,
a cruel reminder that I am still in it.
I thought this would end all my sorrow and strife,
but now I'm left clinging to the shreds of my own life.
