I hide in my room, resting in the bed
I’m hungered, I need to be fed
I’m thirsty, I need a drink
I’m depressed, I need to leave
Wasting away in this dim room
A breeze slugs in, imitating this gloom
I looked to my side, as the wind blows
Through that window that won’t close
Marching to the window
My feet dragging, my head low
I shove it down, to give it a shot
As I look down at the parking lot
I...
