One Of Those Long Bad Days You Just Can't Shake Yourself Out Of
My whole life has been “one of those days.”
I guess when I turned 18,
That was the first day of the rest of my life.
Who knew it would be such a long, bad day.
I wake up from an hour of sleep and go to school
Where I struggle to stay awake as
Boring poetry is read aloud. Except for mine,
My poetry rules, I don't feel like being a modest prick.
When you're me,
You pull your hair out BY THE ROOTS daily.
You inflict physical harm upon yourself because
You are tired of feeling emotional pain.
It has little or no worth.
I have no worth.
No nothing,
I'm lonely,
I have no one for I am a no one so come sit with me next to the fire,
And I'll spin a web of lies just for you.