I don't want to get out of bed.
These thoughts in my head.
Rain from the sky. A tear in my eye.
In bed is where I want to stay. Don't want to get up today.
It hits the window panes, affecting my brain.
These rainy days; inside's where I want to stay.
They get old. They are cold.
I can't ignore, the outdoors.
I must face it. I must embrace it.