Some days you feel like you need to write something.
I know I'm not relatable, don't be too worried.
But today is one of those days where writing nothing,
Feels like betrayal hurried.

Some days you wish you could disappear.
I can't decide whether today is one of those days or not.
My crush disappears at 1:55 I fear,
But it's not like I ever enter his thoughts.

But some days aren't like that.
Some days you think there's nothing at all.
When in reality your mind is filled with chitchat.
You feel ready to fall
Right out of your seat
But that's alright.

Lunch sounds kind of boring,
But I suppose it's the people there who count.
My friends are always kind of alluring
They're some of the best people I've found.

You think someday someone will sit next to you
And you'll know it's them,
But you realize few
People find it's them.

I'm one of those people who finds the empty parts of the hallway to walk in.
Luckily, my friends are too, so I'll see them there, in the empty parts of the hallway.

Some days I feel sad
And most times, I get mad
Laying hopelessly on my bed
Sometimes I wish, I was dead

Some days I feel angry
And puke on my favorite dungry
Even when I am hungry
I sit and flip through my memory

Some days I feel broken
Like the made in China ceramic
Hearing all the blabber spoken
I become a little crazy mimic

Some days I feel lost
Among the blooming tulip meadows
But my day dream just frosts
On seeing strange shadows

Some days I feel wonderful  
But most days, I feel awful
Remarks come as beautiful
When am eating a mouthful

Some days I feel lonely
Missing all those teen days
Now I smile only
Feeling blessed in many ways...


©sim

Somedays, even sunshine is dull
and somedays his name
will make me physically ill.

Somedays, I don't need
to be reminded
that my laughter is loud
and so obvious,
somedays, I don't need
you to pull me,
I just need a rope.

And somedays I won't comprehend
how you can't understand.

Somedays
I question what
Im doing, if at all anything

Somedays
I question who
Im turning into and who I am

Somedays
I question where
I'm going to find the answers to the problems

Somedays
I question when
Im finally able to say I did something and am happy

Somedays
I question how
Im even getting out of bed in the morning

Somedays
I question why*
Im still alive

Some days, love is my friend
Easy to slip away and into the Universe’s embrace.
“Teach me about myself” I’ll say
Cause even though I feel like I understand,
It's hard to tap into that natural intelligence, hard to listen to my soul, be still.
Got a devil in my ego,
Telling me I'm content with submission and stagnation,
Whispering louder than my screaming heart,
My poor heart, pleading for internal peace,
But my ego says, "That’s no good, you're not there yet, you might never be.
So, **** it, here's a drink."
Forget everything I know about loving myself or giving a **** about anything,
Focus on nothing.
Fidget, uncomfortable in my skin
Shutter out of the Universe's embrace and into scrambled thoughts.
I come to, “but I'm awake!" I’ll say,
"I know you're there and I won't listen to you, Ego!"
Unsteady, don’t know what’s true so I can't listen to anything.
My natural intelligence numbed, so what powers my heart is yelling to me,
"Listen, listen!
Love is your friend
Stay still so I can come to you my love, my sweet!"
If only I could,
Some days I just can’t be still.