Sometimes all you can do is cry the feeling away,
and close you eyes, believe and pray,
just know that you're not alone,
one way or another,
others similarly suffer,
we're all in this together,
just not physically next to each other,
somewhere deep inside, we know we're stronger,
a few tears may slide, but just hang in there a little bit longer,
I tell myself things will be better,
that in a year or two my worries won't matter,
all the overthinking I produce,
tryin'a get rid of but no use,
all the things I'm doin',
just adds to the ruin,
oh I keep on tellin' myself things be better,
sooner or later, I keep on sayin' things be better,
that I can keep myself together,
but there's just so many things I can't unshatter,
will I ever reach an end to all of this,
can't find the faintest smell of bliss,
somehow the bad I never miss,
this hole I'm digging is baseless,
don't know if that's good but all my eyes feel is darkness,
waiting for the day I free from this mess,
then you came along, my days became more brighter,
the pain was still there but felt much lighter,
made me trust that things do get better,
not everything goes well,
trying to stand up every time I fell,
so I keep on telling myself things'll be fine,
don't need for everything to be mine,
things'll turn out okay,
as I close my eyes I say,
things won't always go bad,
while I lay on my bed,
things'll be alright,
with a blanket I wrap myself tight,
everything'll soon be better,
holding back a whimper,
I echo in my head this goodnight whisper.
~A.d | 8 Nov 2014