Its so hard to see the good part in bad situation.
Being happy becomes a chore that is harder than all others.
The tears flow like a river from your eyes
And no matter how hard you try, you cant feel any better.
The sadness and depression sweep over you like a blanket or sorrow,
Wrapping itself around you so your trapped with no way out.
Struggling will only tighten the bonds of the blanket,
For now your just prisoner of its evil ways.
Waiting out this torturing time is the hardest part of living.
But no one is there to help and that just makes you feel worse.
*hopefully to be continued*
and sorry i just had to vent some how...been a long day.
