She feels kind of useless.
It's 10 pm; it's late at night.
But she's hardly had a text today and it's night.
There's no one checking up on her.
She's drowning in that kind of depression.
Laying in bed almost lonely.
Watching series and movies,
Admiring the fictional lives of people she hasn't met.
She's pitying herself.
Wondering why it's not her but them
Living a life she wishes she had.
On the point of suicide.
Weighing in her options
As she makes her final decision
On what her life is going to be.
And then i woke up.
It was all a dream.