This Is My Day

Outside it's raining, But inside it storms, The shouts and the violence, Muting the laughter, Never giving way to happiness. Is this how I'm supposed to live? Supposed to feel every day that I live? It makes me fear waking up every morning, Makes me wish I could forever lie here, By myself in my safe bed, Surrounded by covers, Shrouded from the hatred that lies just outside my thin door. I don't want to feel this anymore, Know this pain anymore. It may be dark outside, But inside its darker, And it grows darker with every breath, Every ounce of hope grows into a pound of sorrow, Of regret... Pain, It is endless, Sorrow, Non forgiving, And everywhere I go I can't help but look up at the ever shining stars and wonder... Why me? Do they feel it too? All I know is that one day... One day soon I will be free, And that day, However far away, Will be my day of glory, And your days of imfamy... Will be but skin deep. It may be raining outside, But it is sunny in here... It may be dark outside, But it is the best; brightest day of my life in here... It may just be another day, But it is my day...I wrote this from the bottom of my heart as those I used to love destroy each other... it is my only thought of hope. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 07:53 AM PST   0 • 12