My Mess - Tuesday

It’s days

Meaningless like this one

That seem magical in ways

No one else can see, no onebut me

As if I wasn’t scared enough

And these days just won’t change

These days

Sick and sore I swear I’ll end it all

I know how to quit

Or call in sick to everyone

And I’ll be moving on

Except these days just won’t change

Forever doesn’t look so good

So forever I must try and think of ways

To clean up my mess

Unlock the door

It’s time for me to try to leave

These days

Long and uninspired, I feel empty and so tired

Nothing to show for what is now

Just a lack of strength

And these days just won’t change

We’re in Hell

Will it end?

Will I ever control myself?

Will I ever find my childhood strength?

Will these days ever change?

Will it end?