Tomorrow is another day
Tomorrow is when I will cry
Today is a fight, a struggle, and a battle
The tears are pooling within
But no release till tomorrow
The wall holds me up quite well
While the halls are filled with smoke
There’s a fire scorching all paths
It’s a struggle
But no tears today
Too tired to think or care
But tomorrow the tears will fall
Tomorrow cynicism ends
Categories: Culture, mental health, Poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
This poem is very beautiful and so sad xx
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Aww. Thank you
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Feeling like this right now 😐
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So sorry to hear! Hugs
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True
Tears make Us
Real
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Indeed 🙂
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:)!
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