Just one of those days,
Where I sit in the corner,
And drink away my thoughts.
Just one of those days,
Where I come home late,
And the bed isn't comforting.
Just one of those days,
Where my face is wet,
And no amount of hope can dry it.
Just one of those days,
Where I can't leave my bed,
And things just don't feel good.
Just one of those days,
Where my life is bad,
And people make it worst.
Just one of those days,
Where I put a blade on my wrist,
And it doesn't bleed.
Just one of those days,
Where I write a sad poem,
And it doesn't make it better.
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The Living Broken (Poetry)
PoetryPoems written by a living soul with a broken heart.
