Each morning when I wake up,
I try to remember what it felt like.
What it felt like to live a life worth having;
A life full of possibility.
Each morning when I wake up
and the sun seems dimmer
and the air feels colder,
I try to remind myself.
Remind myself that they say,
"It gets better."
But when?
Each morning when I wake up
I ask myself "how will today be different? Be better?"
My fear is that it won't...
Each morning when I wake up
and question the emptiness
and wonder how I got so lost,
I cling to the hope
that what has been lost
can once again be found.
Each morning when I wake up,
I feel the sadness start to creep in around my carefully constructed walls
and the crack in my armor begins to grow...
Exposing what lies beneath.
When I wake up in the morning,
it all comes rushing out leaving my armor broken
and my heart exposed...
Leaving me empty.