Some days I wear
my heart on my sleeve,
And I find that my feelings
are my biggest needs.
Some days my heart
feels all broken inside,
As I navigate the places
the hurting resides.
Some days I wonder
if I’ll ever adapt,
To the torture of love
to bridge all the gaps.
Some days I focus
on what I can do,
Other days I can’t deal with
the nightmare that’s come true.
Some days I want
to runaway and hide,
To bury all the frustration
from living life alive.
Some days I believe
it’s all worth the pain,
For connection is important
even when it drives you insane.
Some days I regret
the way that I feel,
And just wanna quit
like really for reals.
Some days I long
to not feel as I do,
But I know that real love
doesn’t work like that boo.
Some days I have answers
even in all the pain,
And other times the questions
are all that remain.
