Time reads 5:55 in the morning of a Monday.
Outside the window was a mist of cloudy.
A white light of a full moon was downing.
Sun rise seem to be close distance of edge.
A small clock seem to burst into a lively act.
Eyes of an individual snap open like a Cola.
A tired expression case exploded into facial.
The individual felt the typical hate of Mon.
They got up from the heaven they were in.
Soft feeling of comfortable white fabric.
Sense of schedule set dived into internal.
They'd picked out a fresh set of clothing.
They slid the clothing on relatively smooth.
They were covered in a darkness impression.
They hid the scars of marks of crimson.
They then slid socks and aged converse.
Onto their feet to hide them of males weird.
They walk into a room of fresh breakfast.
Their mother says,"Hey dear want eggs?"
They reply,"Sure I guess mother..thanks."
Their mother places their plate on table.
They sat and ate quickly but shakily fear.
They didn't leave a mark of a mess fest.
They grabbed their bag of heavy and ran.
Life was secretly rough on the fights.
Internally strikes from their parents.
Depression came and knocked numb.
Anxiety raced around the systems flow.
Blood boils on the daily second of life.
They got to the bus and sat at the seat.
They listened to music of sadden moment.
Quietly and mumbled little words of song.
