Today’s the day,
I will no longer pretend,
That everything is fine,
When it is not really fine.
Today’s the day,
When I stop caring,
About all the doubts in the world,
And the problems that uncurled.
Today’s the day,
That I will finally love me,
No matter what they say,
I will finally be free.
Today’s the day,
I will finally be happy,
Without a care in the world,
Nothing can hold me down.
But today’s the day,
You remind,
That all those years ago,
How they are not the same.
But today’s the day,
Where I had to remember,
Of how I couldn’t forget,
What you had said.
But today’s the day,
Where my fear haunts me,
As it has days before,
Taking my every breath.
But that’s okay,
Isn’t it?
As they say,
There’s always,
Tomorrow.
Sometimes dealing with a mental illness some days are great, not a care in the world. Everything can be going great, but then there's a wave. Like a strong ocean wave crashing on the shore, it knocks you right off your feet. You never even saw it coming, but it was there, waiting for the moment to strike. But even if there is a bad day, there is always tomorrow for a better start.
