I cried the tears I didn't cry yesterday.
Bottled up, they came forth,
Bursting through like a
Runner crossing the finish line.
What is this reoccurring nightmare
That keeps creeping into my daydreams?
It's like I can't stop emptying.
I can't stop releasing.
I can't stop feeling
Anything but despair.
I hope for better tomorrow's
But I desire better yesterday's.
The present is too uncertain.
The past betrayed me.
The future is...
Always too far away.