bad days

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Today was a bad day these days make me feel like my own body needs to pay I know I should talk to someone I know I'm not the only one but its so fucking hard  Seeing my own mom play the "mental hospital card"
Most days I am able to smile through the pain.  Push through tough obstacles with unshakeable positivity. Telling all the demons of my past that they are wrong.  
I have a vase Of sad forget-me-nots On the bedstand Next to Emily Rose-wooden eyes See what mine still hide from me Behind the thread and the needle holes I know we still holds my memories
Wake me up Before I lose it all This nightmare's a little too real Pick me up I'm starting to fall Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
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