Days seamlessly blend,
into each other they extend,
as bursts of flames that bend,
my mind and completely rend,
my heart, in smoking pieces beyond mend,
and I'll have to spend,
all my sorries to contend,
against all those people who penned,
me as not worth it.
(And it's okay in this case, to offend!)
On days like this, I pretend
as though no one can depend
on me to fail
