Another Day

Today was not the best or not the worst. But there were little things that made the night hard and sleep difficult. And towards the end of it, I didn't want another day because today was just normal.

Normal sounds fine until I explain. It might not sound like a big deal to other people when I explain and those people, you, I'm jealous.

So today was fine the morning was fine I went to school meeting my friend and then others closer to school. We all walk in together like everyday, and there was nothing wrong with that and I was going through school like I do everyday; just doing my work, minding my own business but still saying what I want to say.

But then something came just a small thing and it was fine I just brushed it off, but that's the thing you brush, say, that small pice of dust off. But it's not actually gone it's clung on to the fibers in your clothes and it just stays there. So one came and another and another it soon got a little bigger but I just worked through it because it was little things that kept coming pushed me closer and closer to the edge, I just needed to act like it was fine because then I wouldn't get through any day.

So doing that I get through school easy and I go home. As soon as I get home my mood starts to lift but then another small issue pops up and then another until they pile on to the others so high and so heavy that apart of my emotion comes out. But I managed to hang on to that edge.

Soon after as the rest of the afternoon goes the edge gets harder and harder to hold onto, the emotion, the dark side, starts to show and now everyone can just see it on my face so then they show me that there concerned but me? I don't want to talk about you shouldn't want to, but questions start coming adding on to the pile and weighing me down, making it impossible to hold on. Until it does and then I fall over that edge and now im spyroling down into the darkness then I explode with emotion I can't control anymore. Physically I feel numb rolling up into a ball trying to cling onto anything I could, tears running down my face making everything look distorted but my heart is pounding. Mental I'm going crazy, thinking about this day and I want to scream but my mind is already doing it for me as it goes deeper into the dark that, at the end of it? I don't want another day.