There are days when I feel sad and lonely.
That no one understands the feelings I have.
I give up trying to explain it to them.

There are days I don't speak to those who love me.
I tell myself that they don't.

There are days that I think of all who failed me.
I relive every failure of mine.

There are days, I feel every pain I have ever felt.

So I write to make it all make sense.
When the rain is outside to keep me company.

I write so that the pain is consuming the paper.
Not me.

Today, is one of those days.