Tomorrow is a new day.
The perfect time to start anew.
A blissful, reaccuring second chance.

Tomorrow, I will wear the same face.
I will not be seen.
I will be in pain all the time.

Tomorrow, I will not search for something more.
I will not try to fix the world.
I will ignore my longing to break away.

Tomorrow is a blessing.
A forgotten and perfect gift.
The strange comfort in it's presence.

But Tomorrow, I will give up again.
I will not feel.
I will stumble through without a second glance.

But Tomorrow, I will try to be better
I will not give in to the cycle.
I will live my life to the fullest the day allows.