Day To Day

I lie awake again, like every other night
I'd sleep, but what's the use?
I'm in no hurry for morning to come.
I stare at the brightly lit screen.
I find another source of useless distraction.
I wait up until I feel I must sleep
Knowing tomorrow will bring nothing new.
My temper is short now,
My complaints never ending.
I'm told that I'm lucky
But this doesn't feel like luck to me.
I wait for time to pass.
I wait for things to get better.
Will I always be waiting?
Am I wasting my life this way?
I feel that I am,
But what else can I do right now?