Bad days don’t ask permission, they just arrive,
heavy in the chest, where happy thoughts can’t survive.
Nothing feels certain, everything feels off key,
and even my own reflection, feels unfamiliar to me.
So I sit with the silence, let it pass through my skin,
waiting for the smallest light, to let me back in
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 4:53 PM UTC
Bad days don’t ask permission, they just arrive,
heavy in the chest, where happy thoughts can’t survive.
Nothing feels certain, everything feels off key,
and even my own reflection, feels unfamiliar to me.
So I sit with the silence, let it pass through my skin,
waiting for the smallest light, to let me back in
There's been a lot of bad days of late. Wishing everyone happiness, healing and better days to come.
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