they will tell you to stay 

hold on because it will get better. 

i will tell you the truth of it; 

it may not- may never be better

it may even get worse, as i know it can 

but, you will learn how to hold on 

that suffering is also living 

you may muddle through, never reaching another side 

you will still survive.

you will still wake in the morning, so will the sun 

you will go to bed alongside the moon 

the wind will still blow, the sea still wave 

there will be days it rains, ensuring flowers bloom tomorrow 

you will still survive. 

writers will still write 

actors will still put on plays, maybe one will inspire you

there will be art to be made- even more of it to see 

it may never be better

but even as it worsens, 

the days still come and you still survive,

knowing you can again.