it's coming out.

Some of us found God while others ran away. We all look in the mirror and vaguely see who we knew yesterday. Time after time I try to let you know that everything's gonna be okay. I watch as your eyes glaze over, as the clouds engulf your very soul. I try to let you know..that there is always tomorrow. That tomorrow can be a better day. You look at me with eyes filled with dread, cause tomorrow isn't something you want to see. It's not in your plans. I hold onto hope with both hands and breath in, wrapped up in the smoke and mirrors of what we have. Take your time while your killing me softly, cause we always have tomorrow for me to fall apart.