Better Days

When does it get better?

When do I start feeling like the things I do MATTER.

When does the rainbow arrive after the storm?

How much storm are we going to weather?

Does it always feel like this?

Every breath like deaths kiss.

Living in a fantasy of optimism.

Even when my head feels like a prison.

Can't find the words but there's to many in my head.

Can't say nothing, but so much left to be said.

What happened to the world?

Everything it has to throw at you,

seems to get hurled.

I look for better ways to see better days, but nothing seems to work, anyways.

I try my hardest, love my loudest, and understand the most. Energy I never get back,

I always been alone anyway, wishing and praying for a better day. Hoping and growing, but when I cry,

I still hide my face.

There's got to be a better way, no energy to beg anyone to stay.

I just keep trying for better days.