You there- I here

Every morning is a struggle
A struggle to get up
A struggle to face facts
A struggle to fight
Do you think i like being like this?
Or that i enjoy immensely , being vulnerable
Well , I do not
I wake up empty , alone and lonely
And i dread getting out of bed
The only comfort i find is in sleep
In the warm covers of the bed
Because the morning ,the day , the sun
It's all to cruel , reality is out there
But in bed i can hold on to my
My silly dreams
Wherever you are
And wherever i am
We are doomed to be apart always.