A normal day

Days go by and I don't even notice.
They are always the same, always full of nothing.
I don't really talk to anyone anymore.
Everyone around me seems to have so many problems.
Sometimes I think everyone is tired of life.
I lie in my bed and just think of how empty my life is, of all the things I haven't done.
After thinking about it for too long, I start crying.
I wish I was like those lucky people that have a life, that have a lot of real friends, those people that have so many things to wait for and so many people to live for.
I go to bed when my eyes are too tired and red and the sun is already coming out.
I turn on the fan or TV because it gets too silent and I can't stand it.
I don't want to sleep, I can't sleep knowing that again another day went by and there was nothing special about it, nothing that was worth waking up for.