Another day full of hope
That has quickly turned to sorrow.
I keep dreaming and wishing for better,
But I never can seem to get it.
I want joy and love.
Is that too much to ask?
As I look around it seems it is.
The only thing I seem to get is pain.
Which is my best friend.
It has come closer to me then some of my own family.
I seek it when I do not know where to go.
I crave it when I wake up in the morning.
My life is not kind.
It is one that I wish would stop moving,
Maybe then I can stop breathing.
But I must keep moving.
I need to act quick and get out of this funk.
Then again what will I look for when the morning comes.
Do I love me I cannot say that I do, but I hope someone out there does?
Maybe I will meet them, but for right now I must prepared for my pain tomorrow.