Some days feel like a hurricane,
and nights were the aftermath.
Then there's silence,
that's much louder than the war.
Some afternoons are for tea,
and coffee, or pre work out smoothie.
Some nights you feel like drinking wine,
or tequila, a bucket of beer
and sometimes all.
But, most of the time you feel like
throwing up.
Sometimes you eat clean,
but most of the time you eat ****.
Like how you eat your words.
On weekdays you work your *** off,
school, then gym, then study.
And on weekends you don't get up,
wearing pajamas and netflix all day.
It took me a while to understand
that life's all about balance.
You can't see sunshines
without seeing the storm.
It took me a while to understand
that this is okay.
And that it's okay not to be okay.