I still have bad days
They come like earthquakes
Unexpected and recurring
They may last five minutes
They may last five hours
Nothing but me is affected
Everyone else remains standing
While I double over and collapse
Banging my fists against my head
Screaming at myself to go away
Apologising for even existing
Because I should
I should apologise
Because these bad days
They convince me
That I am a waste of oxygen
A waste of resources
A waste of a human being
Someday the earthquakes will go away
But for now
I cower
YOU ARE READING
365 days of Ashes
ŞiirOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
