They start with,
"Things could be worse."
But then they stutter when they realize
that didn't help
at all.
"But it's going to get better too,
don't you worry."

You keep hoping things will get better
but eventually they just never do.
You know that you could be so much worse off
but you'd almost take that over this.
This period of waiting it out that seems to drag across the calender
with each check that your mother puts across the days.
And you think maybe this is normal but then you picture yourself lying breathless
and trace your arm down to your fingertips where there lies pill bottle
and you know,
now you know that his isn't normal and this isn't healthy
but no one believes you so where does that leave you?
It leaves you alone
and I guess that is how things get worse.
Because eventually people give up trying to convince you that nothing is wrong
and they walk (or run) out of your burning life to save themselves from your fire.
So time to accept whatever comes your way so that another person doesn't walk right out.
Fake smiles
and practiced laughs.
We all need to learn them when things indeed do get worse.

You see I think I was graced with a certain kind of unfortunate wisdom
because I learned far to early a universal truth.
That truth is,
they lied.
It does get worse.