But I'm getting bad again. And it's the kind of bad where everything is dark and I don't see a light at the end. I don't see a way out if it this time, I don't have any hope for things to get better. Because things already have gotten better, and even then nothing was perfect. Even in the moments of brief happiness there was heartbreak, and loss. Even in the time where I was happy, I wasn't happy completely. So tell me, what's the point? Why get out of bed in the morning when I know that even if I start to feel better, the dark cloud isn't that far away?
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.
