When did I stop believing
that love could cure all ills?
Was it when I started sampling
a few too many pills?
When did I stop believing
friends would stay beside me?
Was it when the demons started
spilling from inside me?
When did I stop seeing
each day as a gift?
Was is when every moment
became a burden for me to lift?
I want to see the sun again.
I want to see it on your face.
I want to feel it in my heart.
I want to believe in something,
anything again.
Hopes by Dakota Farley
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