I have a theory on bad days.
Well, at least my bad days.
They come and go, yes.
But I forgot that they are inevitable.
I began treating my bad days like the local ice cream truck
They wouldn't come for a long while
And they probably saw that no one really needed them
So they didn't have reason to come back.
But bad days aren't like that.
They're like rain clouds.
They are always gonna be there; hanging around the edges
Waiting to rain on your parades.
Cause even when a storm is over,
You know that there will always be another one.
I forgot.
I forgot that bad days aren't temporary,
I let it slip that they will always be there.
Forgot that one has to always be prepared for them to just pop out
And ruin you.
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Over The Ledge
Poëzie"Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep" Some people turn to alcohol Some turn to drugs I have words.
