Fighting For Tomorrow

By Clara Rose

Sat alone most of today;
It’s quite nice at first;
But that’s always the way.

Able to work;
Able to rest;
I’m not going to lie, one of the things I like best!

But the sun goes to bed;
And it’s just me;
With the thoughts in my head, only company to be.

All those broken promises,
All those shattered dreams,
The love that’s unreturned, what can this all mean?

Fat lama make money from the things you own

I’m worthless and stupid;
A great big fat fail;
Undeserving of all you, I should just bail

What’s it all for;
There must be a reason;
The pain and the anger and all the confusion!

I know I can end this;
I even know how;
But I must keep on fighting, can’t take my last bow

Just 12 more hours;
Then I’ll be free;
The sun will rise, leaving me to be me.

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