Tomorrow will be a better day;
That’s what they always say.
I’ve been waiting for the day to come
When all this mess can be undone,
And I can actually enjoy living
Instead of worrying about my misgivings.
I’ve tried so many things to become upbeat,
But as I sit here in my seat
I realize they may be all for naught
Because maybe I’m just always distraught.
I can set it aside for moments of time
And be truly happy with my life,
But then the doubt and worry return
And again my mind starts to churn.
Either I’m just too stubborn to change
Or I’m just used to the pain.
People follow what’s familiar
Even if it’s just similar
Because they need something to guide them
Through the winding roads and bends.
I must have latched on
To these emotions ago so long,
And now that they’re comfortable to me
Sometimes I can’t see beyond my misery.
If you don’t suffer from depression
Thank the heavens
Because this is a curse;
Can’t get much worse.
Even when everything’s okay
You still can’t look away
From everything that haunts you;
Even things that are untrue.
It’s sad what I tell myself
But what’s worse is I have no help.
People try but can’t see
The glimmer of what was once me.
All they know is what I’ve become;
Even as I shout silently I’m numb.
So what’s the moral of the story?
Is it a happy ending or nugatory?
I’ll just say
Not everything goes your way
And you have to learn to live
Even when happiness isn’t given.
So reach out and inspire;
Teach others to aim higher
And live your life the best you can
In this difficult but short life span.