On some days everything in life is a poison.
I felt this way back then, but now I know.
I know because I know that feeling of discomfort in my gut when I attempt to breath.
It is like trying to breath in a room that has glass particles for air instead of oxygen.
I felt this way back then, but now I know.
On some days everything in life is a poison.
On some days everything in life isn't real.
I felt like this way back then, but now I know.
I know because I know what it's like to feel nothing because you are numb.
It is like a bad dream that never ends until you are hit by the warm water in the shower stall.
I felt this way back then, but now I know.
On some days everything in life isn't real.
On some days everything in life is perpetual.
I felt this way back then, but now I don't.
I know because I know that feeling you get when you rise from a fall.
It is like you saved a life and no one knows, but in a way you did even if they don't.
I didn't feel this way back then, but now I know.
On most days life goes on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem