breaking, hoping, living

The sun rises to another day. My constitution keeps changing till it slips away. So I lie awake and stare. My mind thinking, just wondering. Is anybody there? Should I stay or go? Should I sleep or stay awake? Am I really happy or is it all just an illusion? Sitting in my room now, hiding thoughts. Just hoping one day I'll get out. I hear a voice call my name. Breaking trance, so silent. So I can stay the same. Wait now, many things left. This life remains the same, but I change. I try to force myself in believing things are going to get better...But life goes on.