It Will Get Better

It will get better,
My heart told my soul,
As it crackled and withered,
And bled salty tears.

It will get better,
The words ruefully rang,
As the ground heaved,
And my knees wilted.

It will get better,
The asphault croaked,
As I saw stars,
And felt poison.

It will get better,
My insane throat screeched,
With a desperate hope.

It will get better,
The words echoed,
In the dark corners,
Of the cliche room.

It will get better,
My organs moaned,
As they blubbered,
And sobbed.

And the slow days passed,
And the dark haze lifted,
And then hell died,
Giving way to peace.