Most days are harder than others
the sky still looks gray
everything around me remains dull
maybe tomorrow will be a better day
puffy eyes, mascara stain cheeks
it was a year ago, back in May
Forgetting is often a battle I fight only to lose
maybe tomorrow will be a better day
hands in places without permission
he said "but it's my birthday"
my silence tried calling in a cry of help
maybe tomorrow will be a better day
I was robbed of my own body
my thoughts wondering, leaving me a stray
questioning if this pain is everlasting
maybe tomorrow will be a better day
my body no longer feel like my own
he asked why I didn't want to stay
if only I had left him sooner, I wouldn't be here bruised
maybe tomorrow will be a better day
I remain quiet, he soon strikes again
She is much different, but she is not me. all I do is pray.
I am face to face with tragedy
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day
The silence breaks, the truth comes out,
I cry in the arms of my madre.
But now, my brokenness feels like a burden,
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
They noticed my baggy eyes,
I am not sure how to put them away,
For they hold things I am scared to accept,
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
He called it love and threw the blame on me.
To him, my body was a display.
To me, I have lost touch with my inter self.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
•••
I met someone new—
She wipes my tears away.
Everything hurts a little less,
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
She accepts the skeletons in my closet.
It might sound a bit cliche,
She is looking back at me, for it is I.
I'm having better days.
-Kay-
