Today is another day,
It won't be like yesterday,
It will be good,
Like any day should.

Better, it will be,
Just you wait and see,
My day will be great,
The sun won't be late.

The moon won't come,
We'll be surrounded by sun,
We'll be doused in light,
Forgetting the night.

Today will be fun,
I won't have to run,
It will be the best,
Like every day suggests.

It won't be bad,
I won't be sad,
I promise you,
The sky will be blue.

...

...

...

No... It can't be,
I know what I'll see,
It will be a bad day,
It'll be like yesterday.

Is it because,
You don't have anyone to talk to?
Or because you want to spread emotions,
Like when you're feeling blue?

Is it because you're sad,
And need someone to hear you vent?
So you sit alone and write,
Then wonder where the time went?

Is it because,
You don't have a life of your own?
So writing for others,
Is like a second home?

Is it because,
Painting isn't enough?
Because there aren't enough colours,
To show how life is tough?

Is it because,
You're needing a friend?
To tell them how your patience,
Is nearing its end?

Is it because,
You're seeking attention?
You want someone to notice you,
Like it's life's redemption?

Is it because,
Every word you write,
Is like the first star,
In a starless night?

Is it because,
When you get out of bed,
You say it'll be a bad day,
And it isn't just in your head?

Is it because,
Writing for others,
Is a coping mechanism,
Hiding from fathers and mothers?

Is it because,
When you read it out loud,
Microphone in hand,
You hear claps of a small crowd?

Is it because,
That tiny crowd you make up,
Is just imagination,
Telling you to wake up?

Or is it because,
All of these things combined,
Creates the monster which is you,
The you, you can't find.

Silence
the   blood    rushing    in   my   ear
sitting  so   still
my   silent    heartbeat    rocks    me    gently
reminding    me   i'm   still   here
for   a   single   moment    my   mind   stills   briefly
and      focuses     on      a     single     moment     of       Silence

You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.