As I lie on this bed
Thinking about all that was said
Contemplating buying all that I crave
In hopes that it’ll take away all the pain

We’re nearly halfway through the year
And I can literally count all the good days
Fingers and toes is all I need
To count all the good days

So many tears that I shed
So many fears that I’ve dreamt
Only for them to manifest
All I want is some inner rest

I’ve run out of prayers to fight the situation
All I find myself saying is “God please”
Some days tears are all I have
I’m hoping for better days