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In my darkest hours, I feel alone
In a house that doesn't feel like home
As the world around me fades to black
I struggle to keep myself on track

The tears fall and the pain cuts deep
I feel so lost without a strength to keep
I try to move on, but it all feels lost
I'm pushing myself, but at what cost?

In my darkest hours, I search for light
But all I can see is endless night
I want a path to hope, a way to feel
A new better way to move on and conceal

I wish this place of sadness and despair
Would find a way to heal and repair
The broken pieces of my heart and soul
That show me the way to once again be whole

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