By: Kathleen Locklear
Is there such thing as a good day?
A day where all is well?
A day where everyone you know is happy and content?
A day where for once, you are not ignored
A day where someone actually notices your pain
A day where someone reaches out to you and tries to help
A day where you don’t have to cry, and your friends talk to you
Where they don’t ignore you or make you feel lesser
It is impossible.
There will never be a day like that.
There will never be a day where the pain is noticed
Never a day where everyone is content and doesn’t need help
Never a day where you don’t have to cry and wonder what you did to deserve this
Instead of a good day, every day is filled with tears
Where happiness slowly fades away, replaced with numbness yet pain
Wondering what you did wrong
There will never be a day free from that
If you do not call for help
You ask every day, is there such thing as a good day?
That day will come, when you let it