Paper Cut Eyes

Some Days

Some days

Some days I just wanna get away,

pack my bags and forget my reasons to stay.

When life gets a bit too hard,

all that's left of your heart, a mere shard.

Yet there are days I'd walk through hell barefoot,

just to keep this life.

Moments I'd die, just to live.

There are moments I cherish,

and moments I hate.

Some moments I'd perish

just for a clean slate.

There are people I'd die for,

there are people I live for.

People I hold on for,

a reason to keep me off the floor.

I cannot give up.

I need to keep standing.