Better Days

i may look well put together, but i’m not.

i may look like i can handle it, but i can’t.

it’s hard...and with each passing day it just gets harder.

i cry every night.

i break down at the most random times and in the most random places.

i don’t know what to do.

i don’t know who to talk to.

maybe i should just end it all...but that’ll be too easy.

i’m not built like that.

because that ounce of hope that’s left in me keeps me going.

that ounce of faith keeps me lifted.

try again tomorrow baby girl.

there won’t be stormy days forever.