Today is a different kind of fight Today is not bruises and cuts Grappling with darkness to see Light and find a sprinkling of Happy. No, today is darker Today is fighting just to survive To taste oxygen in my lungs and Not bitter sadness or poison Of hope that never really existed In the first place, and time waits For none and honey even memories Must die. Today is heavy hearted Tongue biting, palm digging pain Hot teardrops, throat constricted Shallow breathing, hurt. Today is Counting seconds till i can sleep And smiling pretty for the camera Even when my eyelids are heavy with Uncried cries and unslept sleep that i So desperately need. Today is my broken Reflection in the mirror, staring hopeless At this stranger, cutting my finger on the Shattered glass and Iām bleeding, red and Oozing rage and iām- losing myself. Tomorrow is putting the pieces back together, Shard by shard, tear by tear,scar by scar Tomorrow i will not look so unfamiliar, And this deep longing to know myself Will fade away. Today is survival and Tomorrow is living, Tomorrow is living.