There are good days,
Though they're all a haze,
And there are bad days,
But they're all the same.
And there are sad days,
Why do I feel this way?
Please tell me,
What's so wrong with my world?
I have no reason,
To leave it behind.
I have no reason,
To let it die,
I have no reason,
To fall and cry,
So why do I feel this way?
Please show me, please show me,
What's going on in your world?
What's going on in your world?
Why's it so different to my world?
What's going on
In your world,
Where the stars light up at night,
Where the sun, it shines so bright,
Where the warm rain brings delight,
In your world,
Where no two days are the same,
So free to dance and play,
Away from all the pain...
What a wonderful place to be.
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Short Story (and poetry) Collection
RandomSometimes when I have a weird or sad or scary thought, I come to this book and I write it down in whatever form it takes. There are sad poems, 500 word thrillers, a few tired old stories I wrote when I was 13-14 and some very short descriptive piec...
