The seventh day 
                              I was there the first day 
I never wanted to leave
I tried to stay 
Maybe I was just being naive 
                              I was there the second day 
It was getting just a bit harder 
But I didn't see the grey coming my way 
I thought it would all be silver 
                              I wasn't really here the third day 
But nobody noticed
I pretended everything was alright as I swayed
Drowning everything with music, unfocused 
                              I kept trying the fourth day 
But I was screaming inside 
Thinking everything would be okay 
It was hard to sleep that night 
                              I tried again the fifth day 
But I failed and no one noticed 
There was only one way 
So I put music and tried to stay unfocused 
                              I couldn't continue the sixth day 
I thought I would have managed
But it was a Saturday 
So I just stayed 
                              I lost it the seventh day 
I left before anyone woke 
It was a Sunday 
When my mind became only screams and tears and smoke 
                              And nobody noticed 
So I kept trying
And continued 
Even if I keep failing and falling
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  