Who the **** cares when youre stuck, feeling sorry for yourself, get out of your heard, act like all is fine, it could always be worse. dont be selfish.
Hopeful lights turn off For the night Wishing on unseen lucky stars For a small respite Before the next battle Tomorrow You want real darkness Without bright monitors And flashing lights But some wounds are too severe And must mend before the 'morrow One green light shines Like a beacon Your saving grace Releasing a sweet numb Making you forget A little About how bad it all feels Whatever makes the pain go away And you lay waiting Rallying Hoping tomorrow will come faster Whatever the outcome Of the next battle