I tell everyone else it will get better
But who will tell me when I don’t believe it?
I used to see us as something much brighter,
But the shades hid lies, seemingly for better,
Now, I sit alone through the dark, shadowed night
Wishing on stars for it all to get better.
I lie down, succumbing to the dreams of light,
Maybe I can figure myself out better?
I see you and hear your voice inside my mind,
Comforting me, saying, “It will get better.”

Footnotes

No matter what you’re going through, it will get better.