Bad Day

I feel I have nothing useful to say.

There’s nothing new;

just another bad day.

I’ve been trying and trying

to keep anxiety away,

but it’s the depression that I can’t keep at bay.

Insecurity looms

as the self-pity blooms,

and the hopelessness brings on

the fear of doom.

(as I smoke a cigarette in my boyfriend’s room)

They always say,

“Tomorrow’s a new day,”

but, honestly, it’s always the same.