The uncertainty of life is eating away at me
The hopes of knowing my family is a small chance
Will I ever have hope for a future that makes sense
Will I ever know the truth
Will I ever have something close to normal
Will my thoughts stop repeating
Will I get better
Will I change even more
I don\'t know any of this
The answers are heavy
But anything is better than feeling empty and confused
My bleached white knuckles holding on
One is in the past
And the other trying to grasp my future
Like I am on the edge of a cliff
Trying to get onto another
I am constantly tired
My exhaustion is leading to lost hope
This isn\'t the life I was living
How do I know when I\'ve stopped advancing
I\'m at a brick wall with life
I can turn around
Or I can scrape my hands and climb
I have too little energy to do either
I\'m fading it feels
My life is becoming dull
I\'m feeling empty
And yet I still eat away at myself into further nothingness
Is this the life I will live with and bring into the future
Maybe the answer is better off unknown
But maybe it isn\'t
.t.b.