Waiting

I have held on for what feels like oh so long.
I curl up on my bed waiting.
But the anticipation is driving me crazy.
what am i really waiting for?
Is is something to tell me
Life isn't as bad as it feels?
Is it some meaning
Some purpose
I'm suppose to have i this thing called life?
Truthfully
I don't know
My mind is always wandering for answers
That i do not see me receiving.
I am left
Alone
And questioning the world as it stands