writing

On My Bad Days

On my bad days I feel sad.
There is no reason for this sadness
yet still it grabs hold and will not let go.

On my bad days I hide away, confining myself to the four walls
of my bedroom only to leave if absolutely necessary.

I don’t want to speak to anyone,
I don’t want to see anyone,
I want to be alone
even though I am lonely.

On my bad days I don’t brush my hair,
Brushing my teeth takes every ounce of my strength.
You see when you’re having a bad day
even the smallest tasks become mountains,
I am too tired to climb.

On my bad days I want to sleep,
to sleep for as long as I can.
I don’t want to leave my bed.

I am tired,
so very tired,
on my bad days.



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