There are the bad days
The days where everything seems small
The days when you seem to be invisible
The days when you try to be there
but your eyes betray your trials
Yes, these are the bad days
Where you cannot control yourself
Where your screams don't have an echo
Where tears leave your blood fading in the drain
There in the pit lies the dignity, the pride, the jealousy
that you escape from
Just to realise that the pit has a hole
that forces it back into you.
The good days, ahh the good days
The good days are when we meet
and you look into my eyes
But you have no Idea
Of the hell that these eyes bare...
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