Katrina Buenavista

September 10

brighter days

when will there be brighter days?
i thought as i lay awake in bed.
it's that time again—as always.
i'm drowning in all my tears shed.

my world's beginning to lose its colour.
what's left is black and white.
my future's now nothing but a blur
and i no longer see any light.

this never-ending cycle
of darkness and numbing pain
is a burden so heavy—so awful
it's driving me insane.

as i lay in bed, i catch myself say
"when, oh when, will there be brighter days?"
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