Sometimes I Wish
Car horns blared. Commuters hurried past. The distant rumble of the train. The world outside my window was a jarring dissonance to the mournful dirge playing within me. Everything felt muted. Colors now bled into shades of grey. My phone alarm screamed at me, jolting me back to reality. 6:00 AM. Time to begin the charade. I hit snooze, burying my head deeper under the covers. Sometimes I wish somebody would find me dead in the morning. I stared at the ceiling. The cracks traced intricate patterns against the pale plaster. Thoughts swirled around in my head like a tempest. Why bother? The question echoes in the hollow chambers of my mind. Why bother getting up? Why bother going through the motions? Why bother at all? What's the use of facing the day? Life went on while I felt like a broken record, stuck on the same agonizing track. Getting out of bed was an insurmountable feat. My body felt heavy, leaden. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Who was that girl? H...