Maybe In The Morning

Tuesday, 9 December 2014


Maybe in the morning things will look different.
Maybe in the morning I will be worth something.
Maybe in the morning I won’t be sat on the bathroom floor with tear stained tracks down my cheeks.
Maybe in the morning someone will listen to me.
Maybe in the morning I can finally succeed.
Maybe in the morning I won’t be that useless piece of rubbish, kicked from curb to curb, worth less than the dirt on your shoe.
Maybe in the morning I won’t feel like it’s all ending, the walls aren’t crashing down around me. Drowning me. Smothering me.
Maybe I can finally breathe.

Maybe. Just maybe.

But maybe that’s just too much to ask for?
Maybe I am only worth a little.
Maybe I’ll never be good enough.

Do you think I could be good enough?
Can you save me?
Save me from myself?

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