One more day

Am I not good enough.
Am I atelophobic
Don't know where to start from but only thing I think I have started living for one more day.every night when I go to bed I promise myself not to quit,may b tomorrow will bring some happiness.i have fallen in love with darkness.i have learnt to b alone.I think the hardest part of losing someone, isn't having to say goodbye,but rather learning to live without them.always trying to fill the void,the emptiness that's left inside your heart when they go.life isn't supposed to be like this.its not supposed to be this hard.
               A small poem for him
     Shadows floating in my dreams,
    Silence among noises,
     Closeness shattered in distances,
    Sparks in the rain,
    I don't know what it brings,
    It fills you in every moment of mine,
             loneliness.......