on most nights the light is too dim for me to follow,
still I hold on, wishing
but the void inside just keeps getting more hollow
the darkness is humankind's but my heart tells me it's only mine
there are mornings when I can almost feel the sunshine
I smile, thinking "I really made it this time"
deafening the heartbeat of the only one
against my small, trembling hands
He says this will stop if I count to ten
but after three my everything is as cold as stone
Could it be that I'm not trying hard enough? Maybe I need more time
Perhaps, if I hold on
The sun itself will lend me a little of it's warmth
The sunbeams and the skies will be mine.
i was having a hard time, in these past months everything feels like it's too much, so i wrote this. it's simple, and again, english is not my first language so I'm 100% sure it can be polished. but i wanted to express this, it helps.