I really hope there comes a day when I don't get a sickening feeling in my stomach every time I look in the mirror. I really hope there comes a day when I won't cry myself to sleep over the hate I have for myself just for existing. I really hope some day I'll wake up and be able to think about more than just tomorrow. I really hope someday I'll be able to picture myself not always being alone, second guessing every compliment I'm given. I really hope one day I'll wake up and not want to just go back to sleep. I hope someday I'll find joy out of the small things again instead of annoyance and irritation. I hope I find my happiness again.
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Just the 3am rambling of a sad insomniac
Poetryjust different entry's of how I'm feeling, pointless, I know.