Not every day is hard.
Sometimes I wake up,
The sun is shining
The birds are singing,
And everything just seems a little lighter.
Every day issues aren't that big of a deal.
Everything is just a little easier.
I feel motivated to clean my room,
To brush my hair,
To wash myself.
But some days,
Most days,
The world is heavier than it should be.
The sun is too bright, blinding me.
The weather is too cold,
And my bed is my prison.
Most days,
Most days...
It's a battle to get out of bed
My hair gets thrown up into a bun,
I skip eating breakfast.
Most days I struggle.
Most days it's a struggle.
YOU ARE READING
I Told The Stars About You...
PoetryLook at that, I promised myself I wouldn't give you power anymore, but here I am writing poems about the way you hurt me. If by chance you stumble across this, and you begin to read the words I have written, please don't mistake this as weakness. I...
