The sun entering my room
breaking through my window without permission
like bullets breaking through the air as they own it
reflecting on my walls, as beautiful as it gets
just reminding me of the things that I am missing,
while I am crawling in my bed made of unchanged sheets and remorse a wet pillow to collect my tears
and my exhausted mind to hate the intruder
that tries to light up the darkness without the real intention to save me from it.
I wish night time could come earlier
to mirror what's inside me
to show the sky without stars
as dark as the night can get
as dark as the city sky that reflect the artificial lights of the streets with no lights of his own.
All my life I have been scared of the dark
but now I fear the beauty of the light
because it cannot be mine
and I cannot own it.