You can call me today but, I’m ok.

I didn’t listen to a word you said and maybe I was wrong to think I was right but sometimes it says it’s going to rain and the sun shines bright instead so explain to me the way hope works when all you see is a bed to hide in or how sorrow knocks you out at the knees from behind and the pain is too powerful to get back up. Forgive me for all my insecurities and the confusion that shows on my face when you tell me that tomorrow is a new day. I’m figuring out that no one wrote the ending to this because the fight never ends and the hurt never stops but will you remind me again in an hour please?