Bad days to frequent too soon
Like a crack over the head the painful truth
Bad days soul ripped apart by times events
A violent path dragged from pillar to post
Bad days the grey skies of our minds the storm in our skulls
I should have really stayed in bed
Bad days the permanent frown of life
Screaming in a crowded room but no one is listening
Bad days praying to make it through, praying for salvation
Clinging onto sanity by your fingernails
Bad days looking for a friendly face in this dark day
As if the world has abandoned you
As we go to bed covers over our heads as our nightly shield
We pray for a better tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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