Misery

Tell me what you think!

I lie awake in the dark of the night, praying that I'll see the light.
Wishing it would go away, this feeling of despair.
Wishing that I wouldn't care.
Hating the pain and the hurt, wishing I had some comfort.
Hating the little box I live in, wishing I could just give in.
Wanting to feel free, but being trapped in this body.
With nothing else to do but to tell you.
I don't want to be me, it's Misery.