Despair

Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed. Not because I'm tired or have to go to work. Sometimes I can't get out of bed. For all the reasons inside my head. Doubt creeps in every chance it gets to Drag me under to hold me hostage for all Ive said or taught against my will. It surrounds me and blocks out the light. It clokes me and turnes all colours to grey But maybe , just maybe today is the day. Without hope we have nothing. Maybe today is the day. I'll open my eyes and It's all gone away. Maybe today. Because all that's left is hope. Yea hope is all that's left.