The sun is rising and it’s warm on my skin,
But I’m cold on the inside and the pains still within,
The light is bright and stings me eyes,
But my world is black and something inside me dies,
The beauty of the sky is serene and it calms you,
But I cannot enjoy the simplest things too,
The world I am in is a site that most love,
But I can’t love it, not when I’m who I am.