The Next Day Poem by Isaac Helms

This pain chokes the life out of me
Why can't all of you just let me be
Try tohold what I have together
Becoming as light as a feather
I have caused way too much pain
A lif ethat went down the drain

Never have anything good to say
All my stress made me this way
All food I eat taste like ash
Happiness want away in a flash
Nothing can quinch my thurst
I can only expect the worst

I didn't want to be this way
Yet I will be the same the next day