One more wake-up

My life has become a series of wake-ups.  If I make it through the day...I only have one more wake-up til I make it through the next one. 

I'm depressed.

I'm lonely.

I'm confused.

And the worst part is?  I may never know the truth.  I may never get the answers my heart wants.  I may never know exactly what happened.

I don't like not knowing.  It's eating me alive.  Talking about it would help, but I'm so tired of talking about it.  Ha.  Mostly because the one person who could (so easily) clear the air, is the one person I'm not talking to at the moment.

We're taking a break...which I'm thinking will quickly become a break-up.  And if it does?

I'll never get the answers I'm looking for.




One more wake-up.