and im holding on to the last ounce of hope and faith
that 'things' come with patience.
people always leave, ive had enough of goodbyes.
i'm never good with it.

im never good being on my own.
im just missing the part where i have that someone else,
who brings out the best in me, carefree.
or maybe i just have to learn to do that for myself on my own.

in time.
i'll just wait to be found whilst drowning
in let downs and disappointments.
deeper and deeper as i lose sight of who i am
and where i want to be.

i'll be better, at waiting.
this game is not as fun anymore.
where somethings so simple are so simply overlooked.
im getting used to the cringing pain in this beating thing within my chest
that i'm quite liking it.

there's something out there, i can feel it
but i can't see the tracks in this darkness.
can someone hand me the torch light and point me the way?
but for now, for tonight, after my prayers
i'll fall asleep curled up like a child with a pillow behind my back;

hopeful.