some days///

there are days when I feel the world is good,

and other days not so much...

there are days when I feel hurt and alone, 

my heart bruises with a simple touch.

bruised fists and bloodshot eyes 

and a notebook filled with words...

adding this to the list of stories

that will forever remain unheard.

with sealed lips and silent eyes 

and a closed off heart of stone...

I'm stuck in a battle between myself 

and my fear of remaining alone...

there are days when I feel tired and cold...

and I no longer want to be here...

I'm caught between wanting to be seen

and wanting to just disappear...