The beeping of the alarm does not wake me. I"m not shaken. The sun shines bright through my window. I'm not mistaken. The day rolls by outside. I'm not leaving. My mother peeks through my door. I'm not resting. She heaves a new burden onto my heart. I'm not crying. Right here in my bed I'll lie. I'm not trying. I am depressed in my own world. I'm not denying. Although I won't admit it to you. I am dying.