The End of the Line

I find it harder to even write Day becomes dark like the night. I try to see where happiness went I wish to find peace and feel content. I know if I write I shall feel better The rain starts to fall and I get wetter. I was hoping it would be different today The words are not what I wish to say. As the day lingers I hold on I don’t look back at what is gone. I move forward one step at a time Sometimes it feels like the end of the line. I head into darkness moon beams I see Maybe I’ll do better, my mind will free. The stars sparkle they seem so bright Maybe tonight I shall be alright. My mind slows and begins to relax Sometimes I fall in between the cracks. I always manage to pick up the pieces I lay my head down my sorrow decreases.