I had a good day
I haven't had one in a while
Everything was so perfect and I felt alive for once
My day is coming to an end
I'm scared to fall asleep
When tommrow comes my good day will be gone
I will only have a memory of how I felt
I'm frightened that the next day there will be no more good days to come

I hate being here
I hate my family
I hate my parents
I hate how they always get drunk and **** every weekend
I hate that I always have to hear it or even walk in
I hate that I get hit and yelled at for no reason
I hate that I'm alive
-I just want to die

I miss you
in the breath
of broken promises
in involuntary verses
of the prose I cannot write

I miss you
in a senseless beat of irony
and the nights that close my eyes
with the truth that strikes the wall
in the calm and the collapse
in the storm that will not pass

I miss you
in a corner of the mind
too often occupied
with involuntary rhymes
and –in all that I cannot write

Lies only exist
in the spaces
between
yes and no