It’s one of those days again
when I fail to pretend;
Fail to pretend that this happiness isn’t a mask,
fail to pretend that all is okay and breathing is not a task!
It’s one of those days again,
when this weight over me gets unbearably heavy;
My vision is diminished, my throat choked
and nothing seems to rhyme into my poetry!
It’s one of those days again,
when I get tired of running away;
and everything I keep escaping from finding its way.
Finding its way inside of me,
through my dreams;
flows into my veins and taking control all over me,
And I can hear nothing but the deafening sounds of my soul’s screams.
Dark are the days and darker are the nights;
Every dream chokes me to death, leaving me crippled,
and nothing feels right!
It’s one of those days again,
when I feel weak in my knees,
and I try hard to pretend but
I terribly fail;
It’s one of those days when even on the smoothest of waters,
my ship fails to sail!