My eyelids feel heavy with sleep 

I want to sleep more

But Its already morning and I need to wake up now

Earlier, I loved peaceful lovely morning filled with brightness and new energy

Morning rays peeking through my purple curtains and birds chirping sound made me smile 

But now I hate these mornings

The windows and even the ventilation are shut tight 

Even if I will open it, there are bricks placed in rows around my room

so that I can't run away

I feel isolated 

Now l only love the dark abyss of night

When I can crawl on my bed 

Hug my tiny pillows and cry as much as I want