I know it’s coming,
but I don’t see it yet, so it’s hard go on.
Yes, I’ve seen it and experienced it,
but every morning is so hard.
It feels like everything I do, I do it so I can be alive.
I drink and swallow hopes of smiles,
I jump and sweat dreams of happiness
I force cheerfulness and joy searching for their true meaning.
I know it will get easier…
I can’t wait to believe my words.