Everything is a mess,

no hope, no solution,

I’ll live this way,

through my declining days.

I used to believe,

only what I thought,

nothing beyond,

I couldn’t describe

the next day.

In the hour of my doom

would I swoon

for not realizing how close

I came to understanding why.

I used to think,

for every moment I would cry,

no one would listen

no one could care,

and then one day

I came to terms with

how important in might be,

I listen

and choose to care.