Today has worn me down

I've just had a bad day, I guess. It's been real hard to feel happy.

If it were possible to claw your way out of a day,
Clamber with all the strength of your flimsy nails
Up the walls of a well of dried up emotion,
I would have done so already.
I would only have bloody nailbeds left.
But in reality my nails have just been bitten to the quick.

If it were possible to argue your way out of day,
Debate your way into the blissful passage of sleep
And finagle a ticket out of these pressing hours,
I would have done so already.
I would have a sore throat from all the ranting.
But in reality all I have is an aching head.

If it were possible, I would have done it.
Today has worn me down.

Reviews

[Attaxer]

You need to read " Head up High," by Bree.

This is very sad, but incredibly well written. Fantastic job.