one day i will be able to wake up and be glad that i did.
one day i will be able to go through the day without wishing to die.
one day i will be able to look in the mirror and not see the disappointment of my parents, the face of insomnia, the empty eyes of someone dead inside.
one day i will stop turning to the quick fix of warmth down my throat when things get a little rough.
i’ll stop turning to the heady feeling of euphoria after lungfuls of smoke.
one day i will look at you and not feel empty and guilty and worthless and not good enough.
one day i will not cross the street to avoid the people i love; loved.
one day i will stop waking up gasping for air in the dead of the night.
i will stop screaming the names of people who won’t come.
i will find an anchor in myself when breathing gets hard and my vision stutters.
i will be happy with the life i live and the people i have.
one day i will wake up and be happy that i did.