Today was not the day to do the ***** laundry,
and wash away all the scent and memories attached to it.

Today was not the day to fix my hair.
Where my emptiness used to brush it's fingers and do something with my sleep.

Today was not the day to have lunch with sadness.
My parents invited me for some insecurities and judgement.

Today was not the day to spend the night with numbness.
I feel all the hurt and pain of... I don't know.

Today was not the day I planned on dying. At least, not yet.

It's just I feel like...

*...today is just not the day.