There are days when you're going to feel unworthy. Like the closest you could ever get to happiness is when it's forced. When your vision is blurred and you start drawing flowers at the back of your hand just so there's at least something beautiful about you. Even those flowers, will seem to die out after some time.
There are days when you'll not want to wake up and the smell of breakfast is your death. Days when you feel like the only thing your proud of is that you're still here; holding onto candle wax and a fire in two different ways and... not even your art can save you from drowning in misery.
There are days when you'll probably realize that these are just a series of bad days.
That better and beautiful days are coming, days nearly as beautiful as you.❤️
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2017
PoetryThis is a series of poems about the year 2017; each month at a time. Hope you enjoy and come back for more?
