Someday,
I know
I will let go of this hurt
and hate
that follows me around
and strangles me,
so that my eyesight blurs,
and all I can see
is red
anger.

Someday,
I will look out my bedroom window,
and be content
with my life.
Surrounded by hopes
and dreams,
that are finally real for me.
I will be loved,
and I will love others
without hesitance,
and you
will be a distant memory.

Someday.