Light at the end

I've been told there's always,

A light at the end of the tunnel.

But right now I can hardly see,

Three feet in front of me.

I've been blind sighted,

By these lies,

That can't be disguised.

If there is a light at the end,

I can't see it yet.

And it still feels like pretend,

Is there going to be a light at the end?