Remember your death

I can vaugely remember someone, maybe in a dream, say:
"I have to believe in a world outside my own mind."
"I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there."

I try to believe that when I open my eyes, the world is back. The world is back like I knew it once. With sunshine, laughter and warmth. No more darkness and foul creatures in the night. I have to believe that there is still hope for me, but every day, the hope grows less and less.
Every day the Whisperers tell me that I'll never come back to my old world. Every day, every hour they whisper to me. Every day I pray that they are wrong.

I closed my eyes, and my world was gone. I closed my eyes and I woke up here. Alone and cold.
I have to believe that when I open my eyes, the world is still there.