You don't understand

what it's like

to wake up every morning,

and already be dreading the next day.

You don't understand

how it hurts

to hear everyone say

tomorrow will be better.

You don't understand

what it's like to have gone

through so many tomorrows,

and they never changed a thing.

And yet,

I still cannot help but hope

that one day,

a tomorrow will come

that will change everything.

Maybe,

just maybe,

the reason I haven't lost all hope yet

is because somewhere

there is a light.

And maybe,

someday,

I am meant to find it.

I keep thinking,

hoping,

believing this

as the days go by.

But what if I'm wrong?

I don't fear the past,

I don't fear the future.

I fear becoming lost

in the search

for the little light

during the present.