One of those days where everything is too much you feel the weight of everyone's expression words and emotions drag you down suffocating your fight every sentence slowly drains you every light is too bright noise piercing your every cell to the core the sky begins to fall on you gravity against you your body is dragged down the pressure is too much to bare the world weighing down your mind your mind weighing down the world the ache for silence the need to be alone the anchor of life's energy attached to you the demand of everything needing to be felt the prison of forced empathy one of those days where you feel everything
Bad Days plague the calendar. They come barging in without warning and I am left to beg.
No. Please, God, no.
So much needs to get done today, it simply cannot be a Bad Day.
The calendar laughs, arm in arm with the disease of the Bad Day. They dare me to stand up against the weight, but I can't see far enough past them to find the motivation or strength the effort to rise requires. If only I could stretch my neck to lift my head upwards, I might be able to see the light and love and outstretched hands just beyond reach. But I do not know what to look for, and even the thought of beginning the search of some foreign thing drains me, so my eyes close in defeat and the Bad Day reigns again.
Today I got blue hair. And it felt so good. Finally a change, something new for me.
It's night and I can't breathe. I hate myself suddenly. And those tears I can't hold back. Not tonight. Because at some point I do have to go down. It appears to be tonight. So I cry myself out. Another time. Another awful night. Another restless sleep.
And tomorrow nobody will notice. It's a new day. So: just gotta continue to survive. To be the one, how everybody knows me.