This life is sometimes worth living.
But God, I'm just so tired of giving.
I remind myself that there's more out there,
that life isn't just hidden in this tiny comfort square.
I look up and think of a better day,
that not all days will be like today.
At times I think, Why am I here?
Why does it feel so easy to disappear?
Tears stream down my face
and I close my eyes to imagine a happier place.
Tomorrow will be better, I say.
But that only gets me through today.