"When I said good morning, I was lying. I was truly thinking of how I might quit waking up. He pointed out how selfish it would be to kill myself, so I keep waking up..." Flyleaf, Much Like Falling She looks up at the light, lying in her bed. She closes her eyes again, wonders what lies beyond. Would it be easier? Her eyes travel to the closet, that shelf hides numbness. Her mind travels to the feeling, all that bad being...