For a day without pain, without regret, without fear.
For the day when I am no longer isolated within in my own mind.
For that day when my war has been won.
I sulk. I sit. I wait.
I hope to one day greet this day, for my bleeding heart yearns for this reunion.
The day has still yet to show, and my strength is growing thin.
I sulk. I sit. I wait.
This hope I still hold looks an awful lot like fear.
When will this day come?
For it looks like that day to never come.
I sulk. I sit. I wait.
For I realize that day is not too far away.
