On a good day,
I can wake up and my mind is steady.
I can feel my chest and my face,
and maybe just maybe, I can try and get ready.
On a bad day,
I can't move and my chest hurts inside.
I can't breath and I can't turn off my mind.
The only feeling I have is that, which is lonelness.
On a good day,
I can talk and chat with my friends.
Maybe I'll eat some breakfast and
maybe I'll go out with a clear head.
On my bad days,
it takes me forever to roll out of bed.
I don't see the point in moving or
even bothering with worldly things again.
On my good days,
If I happen to be lucky at all.
I can accupy my time and
ignore that feeling that makes me think that I'm small.
On my bad days, and I've had more than a few.
I feel lonely and confused,
for reasons I don't really know,
but it's like I was a tool that's never been used.
On my good days,
I go out and smile and have a good time.
Theres not strange thoughts in my mind
On my bad days,
and I've had alot,
I am often destoryed by my own thoughts.
On a really good day it's almost as if the pain was never there.
On a really bad day, I get really scared.
On a good day I take care of myself.
On a bad day I lose track of my health.
A good day can be ruined with a simple word
or a thought. An action I took and the end result
impacted me a lot. A good day can become a bad
day in the blink of an eye.
A bad day can become a good day,
when I remind myself to smile or eat.
Sometimes even when I sit in the tub and read.
But a bad day can be come a really good day
if someone would just smile and wave.
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The Lonely.
PoetryLonely thoughts creep into my mind. I scream as the tear me up inside. No one knows No one hears the cries. No one knows me when it's night.
