I have reached the darkest of my days. I lack hope that light will reach me again. I will no longer fake my way through It. I am sorry, but my sorrow runs deep. I don’t know why it is always me feeling this way. I abhor this life of constant heartache, filled with too many tears.
This was written for the one who blacked out the hope. Turn the other cheek, and I do, even in despair…