i might cry

days blending together
nightime feels like forever
lost within my thoughts
never knowing what it would cost
happiness begins to fade
and my actions begin to wade
i wish i could care , but i cant
so im writing this poem for a chance
a chance to let it out
and a chance to loose all of my  doubt
drowning in my sorrow
praying that i have a better tomorrow
if i dont, i might cry
but thats fine because im too young to die.