Its hard to wake up
but the sun is dawning
for the little its worth
I'm so sick of mourning
it seems all i can find
is absolutely nothing
so sick of looking, so sick of wishing
and getting only a shell of something
the tears are filling up the glasses
no expressions, drowning in sorrow
finding it all too hard to take
wishing for hope in a new tomorrow
its all too crazy, too insane
nothings left, depressing state
my blood stained hands wipe my eyes
I'm still alive, cheating fate
its four o'clock in the morning
and i remember her telling me
i know its hard but please
just remember to breathe
*some of you might not get this poem, its kind of a personal thing, but it means a lot to me, please please vote*
