I awake every morning with The sound of my alarm going berserk The blasted sun glaring on my face and I'm met with the putrid stench of death a smell that consumes my room and everyday I hope that it's actually a corpse and not me I wake up, like a young elderly person my legs giving up on me And my will to live gone, still in the 50's Though I'm only 19 I walk to the bathroom Stepping into the shower trying to get rid of the smell and praying that the water magically rejuvenates my sad existence Stepping out and I look to the mirror in disgust of what is looking back at me but I say hopefully it's a good day I spend my day lazing around Moving from bed to sofa and even the ground Turn to the TV in search of increasing my morale Only to be met with a typhoon of Chaos and depression There goes my good day, something I wish I could say if only this wasn't the norm Hopefully I have a good day such foolishness Have a good day while the world is burning Have a good day as my heart is breaking Have a good day as my hope is fading Have a good day, oh please stop pretending I wake up every day The stench of death is lurking it seems like that smell is intoxicating because I wake up with the delusion of possibly having a great day while being in hell Trying to justify trying Trying to justify fighting Trying to justify laughing Trying to justify living It is just too painful and difficult