Hard Days
A few days go without thinking how I'm surviving, It's hard at times not to think about all this. The other days go without thinking why I'm surviving, Maybe I just need a small tiny hug or a forehead kiss. There are days that I don't want to live through, Little do I know those are the days that made me what I am. Realized so much when I got kicked hard on my ass with a shoe, Life's rough,tough and not easy like making bread butter jam. What's on my mind? What's in my heart? No one other than me knows what state I am at, I can't speak it out to anyone, else it'll hurt the others like a dart. Everyone's either trying save themselves by putting up a cap or a big bucket hat! No I'm not being suicidal but what's there to live for, After-all suffering has come through for the past seven to eight years. People tell me it'll get better, but really it's you who has to get better..OR You'll be drowning in your regrets and crying beca