Empty Spaces

It's almost 3AM in the morning, and for some godforsaken reason I just can't get to sleep. I'm the most vulnerable when I'm by myself. My mind gets consumed by the thoughts that linger in depths of the shadows. I feel hopelessness and despair. I try to think of every reason as to why I should hold on. Why I should continue. There simply is no light at the end of the tunnel. I see nothing but uncertainty. I'm holding on, for the hope of perhaps one day being able to see some semblance of truth. I'm holding on, so that maybe one day I will understand. That maybe one day I will learn of the reasons of why I held on.