I am Still Here

the sun does rise tomorrow and the world sings with alarm clocks and morning news and cities burst to life and i am still here. even when i haven't wanted to be. still locking up in my own room not having the capability to differ the hour, days, and dates everytime the sun came up would always be a morning everytime the sun goes down would always be a night barely cared about looking at the calendar to tell the date monday or sunday didn't make any difference whatsoever retreated to this solitary state that i am in put aside my cell away let the battery died and kept the phone on the nightstand completely forgotten sitting slump on the couch look up at the ceiling that had grown to familiar with painting the black splotches and slight cracks on them by the heart staring blankly at the TV screen looking back at my own reflection not doing anything significant and felt the two hours as mere minutes doing nothing but sleep and get some peace are the activities i had by now