Post-Anhedonia

I fell asleep on a bed with no sheets
I forgot to turn down the blind
I dream about the ocean all the time

This room, and there's a wall
And in back of the wall, there's an ocean
I can never get over on the beach in there, to the water
I struggle and struggle

The sun is starting to burn me and my hair is getting singed
I'm afraid of the heat of the sun

I wish I could cry as easy as the sky
Tears don't come as easily now
They're stuck inside my soul
It's empty and I am afraid
Do you feel the emptiness?
I guess it's my own fear from within

All the strengths I've had was a lend out
All the hands they gave for me to stand out