" I always took the sun for granted, maybe because I never looked forward to waking up to it. I always hated the sky for telling me exactly when I needed to wake up, reminding me I was still alive. To others they were blessed to see the sun come up but to me? I would dread it, dread that I would awaken, sun shining in my face, and I'm still here. Stuck. The sky was a constant reminder of where I didn't wanna be. I hated something that bright because it was the exact opposite of how I felt inside . I always felt that I was staring at something I could never achieve. I told myself before I go, I should atleast view the sky this once, enjoy just this once, I should at-least see, My Last Sunset." [currently unedited excuse mistakes until editing is complete]