It’s getting harder to say, “everything will be alright”, when I don’t know if it will.

It’s getting harder to tell you to keep your hopes up, when my hopes are so low.

It’s getting harder to watch you suffer, when things keep getting worse.

It’s getting harder to say, “soon you will be out”, when soon is still not now.

It’s getting harder to tell you, “your life will be better here”, when I am no longer so sure.

It’s getting harder and harder and harder but as long as you continue to fight, I will too.