There are days that I don't wish to step out of bed, my body aches, my head floats about over my neck. I find that the things that used to make me happy are only slightly entertaining. My memories are a cool color now; interestingly, it makes them appear blue. I sit and stare at my legs they burn like iron from just walking the steps to a recliner where I will sleep the day away. 

So, why do I feel this way? Maybe I gave up.