Everyday I open my eyes to realize it's still around me.
The momories, the hate, the hurt.
I remember the people, the places
The things that aren't there.
Black as a midnight sky, blank as a plain sheet of paper,
I search for the words to describe the sorrow I have.
The hopes and the dreams I have lost.
Everyday I see the things that go on around me,
And kill the days of hope away.
Ashley Moser
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everyday-76/
