Tomorrow Will Be Better

One day she disappeared behind my face,

And a stranger took her place.

I'm living in a body I no longer know,

And a pain from within me has begun to grow.

“Tomorrow will be better,” you say,

But what if it's not?

What do I do if I'm still sitting here with my stomach tied in knots?

A pinch,

A groan,

A heartfelt moan.

Home is wherever you are,

Thanks for leaving such a nasty scar.

At night, when others sleep, I lie awake,

Feeling my body tremble and shake.

My limbs feel stiff and my muscles ache.

I feel like a rag doll about to break.

Does anyone hear me when I'm lying there in bed?

I guess what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, so I should always have hope.

But with each passing day that it's on my mind, I find it hard to cope.

Am I brave in every way,

Or am I just trying to keep on going, whilst you look at me in dismay?

My eyes glistening with tears,

But not yet fallen.

I cry on the inside so you are unable to see

All the pain that is running through me.

If you’re always going to be here to stay,

How can I believe that tomorrow will be a better day?

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