Bad things happen all the time.
Some days I can handle them,
I can show up,
It looks like I’ll be alright.
Other days are just dreadful,
I can’t study, mess up deadlines,
I don’t even want to get out of bed,
Look at me right now,
Still in my pajamas at twelve pm.

And it sucks,
Because I wish these days wouldn’t come.
And I know that it’s not normal to be happy all the time.
I know I’m bound to remember what’s going on and I’m gonna wish it’d just go away,
I know the good days won’t last forever.
Definitely gonna lose those Duolingo streaks.
But I still wish all days were good days,
And I didn’t have to feel like this at anytime.
At all.

Are the good days even good days?
Do I really mean it when I say “I’m fine”
Can I actually tell you the truth?
On most days,
If not every day,
I feel like I can barely get anything done.
But on some days not all days,
I’m able to make it seem like I can.
I know it’s not true but I feel like I’m everyone’s last thought.
They go “oh I’m bored let me go see how she’s doing”
And I know it’s just the bad days talking but everything sucks.
It all really just sucks right now.

And people just keep telling me it’ll get better.
That I shouldn’t be crying about, I should be praying about it.
And I know that,
But sometimes I try hard to be positive and everything still sucks.
I pray about it, feel less lonely but I’m still not quite happy.
And I think that’s ok.

Because maybe one day things will get better,
There won’t be as many bad days,
I won’t have to drag myself through each day.
Everything will feel right,
And I’ll be alright.
And the good days will truly be good days.
But till then I’ll keep on going.
In hopes that some day will be better than today.