22 Nov, 2016 09:16 PM
Sometimes I sit and stare out my window,
when life is in despair.
I go to that window when I feel depressed,
but no one is aware.
Everyday, I stare at the trees and the birds and the sky,
to escape from a world of unhappiness.
I press my forehead against the glass and sigh,
"Why does life have to be like this?"
I gaze out the window at the twinkling stars,
all is far away.
I wish I could be up there with them,
but instead, I'm stuck here everyday,
with nothing but my window.