People say … “Stay strong… Things will get better”.
When? When does it get better? Because for as long as I can remember…. It’s never been better. Well maybe a day…. An couple of hours… But then the rug gets yanked out from underneath me and I’m back on the ground.
Survivor? Yes… That’s me. Fighting the fight every day. When do I get to stop fighting? When do I trust again? When ?
Because right now I’m standing … Barely.
How much longer do I have to endure the hate thrown at me? When will someone reach out their hand and say… The fight is over…. When?