Will things get better?
My friend asked me this the other day. Normaly I say yes, but
instead I looked down at my feet and lowered my vocie. In the
quietest vocie i could manage knwoing she would still here me I
said "I honestly dont know anymore." My throat then
started to close up. My breathing got shrap and unsteady. She
pulled me into her and gave me a hug. She told me these words
"Babe, I promise you things won't be hard much longer.
Just trust me. It'll be hard. It always is but I'll be
right by your side the whole time. Don't forget when you
start to fall I'll be there to catch you. I wont let you
You see I realized it's true. I realized my "Mummy"
(I'm her babe shes my mum) is right it will get better. For
all of us.