Waiting for Tomorrow

My days are hard,
Every moment is a struggle,
My worries are endless.

“Don’t feel sorry for yourself”,
They murmur,
They have no idea,
That their simple lives,
Stare at me,
“Ahh such simple decisions”,
They have it so easy,
Yet they taunt me,
They have had it all set for them,
And I worry myself into a mess for them.

These days are hard,
And I wish I had a shoulder,
I wish I had patient ears.

These days are long,
They tire me,
They drag on and on.

I’m holding on,
For each day of sorrow,
Promises brighter prospects,
I wait for tomorrow.


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