I wait for each day to end, I crave sleep.
Or at least the solace that sleep brings.
The uphill struggle of daily obstacles,
Begins to bear down on my weak self.
I am waiting, searching for a light.
They say it is at the end of the tunnel.
But the tunnel goes on forever,
There's only loneliness and darkness.
Instead I seek out a well-known glimmer,
Praying hope is just around the corner.
Yet each time I allow myself to trust
I feel a tear both in my heart and soul.
I whisper "Stay strong." repeatedly.
However, am I taking my advice?
Or am I too dead inside to notice.
The pain is not physical but it hurts.
"What is next for me?" I cry in my head,
Echoing around, what is left unsaid.