There are days when crying won't cut it
Days when cutting won't count
Days when getting drunk wont matter
Days when listening to sad tunes wont compare to what you feel.
There are days when you want to walk away.
But you're yourself to the inescapable truth.
Days when sorrow and pain are the only two words you know other than "I'm sorry."
Days when you feel like your pain isn't as validated as some one else who is in a more tougher situation.
Days when those sad love songs are the wind blows through the hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to be.
But.
At least I can still feel the pain.