With my weary feet, still I trudge
chastised soul still wanders
broken heart still thumping
Because of a tomorrow yet to be lived.
A brighter day where all my agony becomes nothing but memories
Where the sunshine doesn't keep me locked in
And dusk, the only time I roam the streets.
Ironically I yearn for a brighter day, yet the darkness seems to be my only abode.

Melancholy knocks on my door, tells me he wants to visit
He slithers in whether I turn my door **** or not.
Loneliness—the visitor that never leaves
On my grey couch he sits
I could've befriended thee, but he never talks back.
Then at nightfall, I await the terror that'll befall me in my slumber
Supplications I mumble just before I shut my eyes do me no good.
Dark shadows that lurk in my room kept me company
Wish I could say I enjoy their presence
But, fear was a distraction from the overwhelming loneliness I've had to endure.
So many days I've lived, but my tomorrow hasn't been lived.