She hates the morning Not for the light, but for the loss Because dreams are the only place She’s ever felt whole In sleep, she lives a life untouched By pain, by silence, by fear She laughs without flinching Loves without question Breathes without weight She builds worlds in her mind Where her body is hers Where her voice is heard Where joy isn’t borrowed—it’s hers to keep But then the alarm rings And reality returns The walls, the wounds, the waiting The ache she tucked beneath her pillow She opens her eyes And the peace disappears Replaced by noise, by pressure By a life that doesn’t feel like living She doesn’t hate life She just hates waking up Because every morning She has to leave the only place She’s ever felt safe