washed upA Poem by the writer of woeI haven't written in months. I haven't met encouragement in a long time. My life has turned.
I go to school and I'm stressed
Everyone laughs, my hair is undone I forgot to shower It feels like they're watching me. It's just "one of those days" I go home, my family mocks me No "I love you's" here. I skip dinner and go straight to you It's like they're listening for me. It's just "one of those days" You don't come We text and text Yet I feel empty I miss you so much I hate "those days" But when every day becomes "one of those days", It becomes "just another day." © 2015 the writer of woeReviews
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