Some days it takes all my energy to get out of bed.
Some days I can't remember why I thought this thing was real.
Some days it's all I can do to stay awake,
And on those days it takes everything for me not to stay away.
Some days I want to drown in my own tears,
Or reach up and pull out my hair to fight my fears.
I would give anything to not have to face the day,
But obviously God didn't want it that way.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoezjaMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
