I Sing a Song of Sadness

Golden light pours in through my window, coaxing me to start my day

I draw the curtains shut and go back to bed

There is no point in waking up

Sleeping hurts less, anyway

The smell of food invites me to indulge

My stomach churns and pushes me out of the kitchen

Weathered hands shake from malnutrition 

I can't remember my last full meal

Reading, writing, dancing, singing

Things I used to love

No more motivation, no more energy

All I sing now are my songs of sadness