Hope?

As days go by my mind becomes restless.

I wonder how would I surivie, as each day passes by.

I become more dark by the strikes of life,

I glare out on the open hoping things will get better,

as hours go by; things don't get better.

Each year that comes by times get tougher,

As I grow older I begin to lose hope, life to me was wonderful,

I have learn wonderful times get snatched away from me;

living me with only a taste I'll always yearn.

The pain inside grows and grows until it is cut once again;

that pain is like cancer that comes and goes.

I will not try to give up on the hope things will get better and life is wonderful...