Sun shines through the trees, even on my darkest days
You know, those days were nothing seems right,
Those days where you know you're going to cry yourself to sleep that night,
Few moments past when you don't feel like you're nothing to the world.

Even on these dark, thought filled days,
The sun still shines, interferring with my trace of thought,
There is a slight chance, this poem doesnt rhyme,
because I can't exactly think with the sun in my eyes,
And a fly buzzing around in my face,

So if the flow of this is ****** up,
And there are more grammatical errors than normal,
Just ignore, because today, just isn't one of my better days.