When I Get Better

Lowest point in my life, I wrote a poem of hope

When I get better
I wanna make time and memories with people
Who appreciates moments
At my lowest and most lonesome I see specks of light
family and the people who care
They show me to look at the brighter
Though feeling stuck in the dark
Stand up and reach the latter
Even in the most darkest black
You’ll find the way out
Progress is always waiting
Small steps on the ladder
No measures,
You’re still climbing
That’s what matters