How many times have you dreamt of her?
Wishing, praying, hoping,
How many times have you silently sat in a corner?
Amidst a crowd of people you know,
Longing to be....away.....

How often do you look out your window?
Often at night to see the few stars
That aren't hidden by the cities lights,
How many times have you found yourself alone?
Sitting in a dark tunnel,
No light in any direction,
Sinking into despair.
How many times have you wanted to escape?
How often?
Frequently?
Intermittently?
Rarely?
How often?

I feel like I'm drowning some days,
My burdens weighing me down,
Dragging me to the depths,
All hope and light fading.

It's slow
It's painful
It's deep


It isn't over.
This isn't the end of me.
And suddenly I can breathe.
Fresh and easily.
Air.
Life.
Hope.

Something lifted the weight,
Someone took my place,
This isn't the end of me.

It shouldn't be the end of you.