I just want a day,
where it doesn’t feel like i'm falling apart anymore,
A day i feel completely okay
But such a day will never exist,
Will it?

Writers hurt,
In a way no one can hurt
We dont cry,
We bleed on paper.

And i will forever bleed on paper,
Everyday;
For the rest of
My years.

But I let the same problems steal these tears,
It’s not a choice,
I’m tired every day.

I just want a day.
where it doesn’t feel like i'm falling apart anymore,
A day.