stumbling in the dark, I lose my grip.

tripping.

what was once thought as a haven was just an illusion.   

drowned myself with distraction.

faint-heartedly ran away from the truth

blindsided by what I always knew

left in the rough

bleeding in my own lies

I cower there in the raw

worthlessness and self-pity cascade over my every thought

time passes

yet I'm still waiting for what might never come