lately i’ve found myself making lists.
one for today, another for tomorrow,
and yet another for someday
when things get better
but even that’s just a lie
too many deaths, too many regrets
too many fights, too much bitterness
all i can do is right the ship and hold on
no room for weakness
but this heart is too soft, too kind
hopeful that things will get better
and that people will return to kindness
and maybe a little bit of
even as reality tells me
it’s just a dream.
for there’ve been too many lies,
too much manipulation, so many threats to take in
that all i can do is hope that my heart holds on
and find strength within.