There are days when I find it so hard to get out of bed.
My past thoughts, actions, and words are like fishies inside my head.
They eat away at my resolve and they crap all over my happiness.
And so I just resort to staying in bed all day.

There are days when i wake up to myself crying.
It's an unconscious effort to make me feel like I'm flying,
But in the end it makes me feel even more groggy,
And i start the day puffy eyed and crusty.

There are days when i just want to give up.
Days where i can't even create the energy to cry,
Or lie and say that I'm fine.
Those days...those days really get to me,
Because I dont...