The alarm rings

No one knows the pain I feel....sees the hurt I hide. The tears that fall when I'm alone. I yearn for happy days so that my children may experience the joy of living, and I know that I alone need to provide that for them. So I smile and pretend that the me inside that is dying is not. But when the day is done and I close my door, the rain that pours from my soul is endless. It's difficult to remember the good that had been bestowed on me. The things that I should be grateful for. It's a dimly lit place that my heart sits in for those moments before I slip into slumber. Then the alarm rings. Time to wake and find the strength to make their life right....One day, I know I will wake to happiness again.