Hope

Yesterday is over.
And strange as it sounds
there is still hope for us
to continue on
no matter how deep
the pain is buried
in your sewn up chest

No matter how dark the day is
before the sun rises-
The sun will always rise
and welcome you
into a new day

No matter your suffering...
there is hope, Friend.
There is a tomorrow
that we must live for.

I speak the words
that my generation
is too afraid to utter

That there is something more
than these white walls,
rubbed red eyes
and black clothes

More than a small
two star town (at best)
and a torn high school degree

There is a hope
that one day
we will get out of here
escape beyond these crowding walls

Do you feel the days bearing down on you?
Wearing down your weakened bones
and your world caving in?

Do not give up.
There is the hope
that tomorrow will bring you peace
and if not tomorrow
than the day after.

My Dearest Friend,
You cannot give up so easily.
Do you not see the pain
in your mother's smile?
The ache in your father's words?
The worry
in your truest friend's eyes.


God,
What has happened to us?
Where is the hope that
once filled our innocent souls?

But if there is not a hope
for a better tomorrow-
No.
You must hope for it
You must defeat your demons
You must rise up
and live

These days have dragged on
But there is no time to give up.

Yesterday is over
And as hard as it is to believe
the pain that burns
in the deepest depths of your chest
Will not kill you today.

I shant allow it
Not today
Not ever.
For I am with you.
Step by step
ache to ache

Your suffering 
will not be in vain.

Today will be a beautiful day.
You are alive.

All you must do
is 
Breathe