Will I see you, Tomorrow?

You keep me sane — how could I forget?

Maybe it’s the pain that hovers over my soul that’s in the way.

My judgment is clouded, my mind flooded — is the breakthrough coming? I doubt it.

Nothing. All I see is nothing, all I feel is nothing.

Who am I? I want to be me again.

Where is tomorrow, is there tomorrow?

The Dark Days are back, it feels like they’re here to stay.

I know it will pass, I’d like to believe that. False hope or true despair?

Down and out just to go up and over; then to be down and out again.

I’m so sick of this, all of this. The beginning of the end seems promising.

But, no — I want to be me again.

Where is tomorrow, is there tomorrow?

I keep forgetting you’re not guaranteed…

But you are the only thing I want to see in this nothingness.

Tears can only fall but for so long, I can fake being happy any day of the week.

I keep trying to duck from the shadows in the dark, but I’m running out of hiding places.

The light is not where it once was within, I just want to be me again.

Where is tomorrow, is there tomorrow?