My dark days died with dawn
That shall be said in my last breath
I'll lay my head my head on a bed of roses and then I shall rest
Darkness can come and swallow me, it already has
Drowning in desperation and hopelessness, for fuck's sake I've gone bloody mad (Yes I do say bloody in real life)
I've given up so much for them, knowing of their greed
I hate my body and soul with a fruitful passion, self pity is the seed
I'll curl up on the concrete floor, begging, pleading, to stop my thoughts raging storms
And I'll be struck by lightning an electric jolt while my heart beat burns, a fiery pulse
And maybe I'll die in my own despair
We all have dark days, we've all been there. We've all had times where no one cared.
But dawn will come and bring me new light. ...but dawn ins't the sun, it's my will to fight. (Fun fact, I have never had a sun-burn before in my life. Maybe it's because I don't leave the flipping house.)
So with each and every dark day, I continue to fade
But I'll tighten my grip, I'll wait and stay. Because my dawn is here, I know it is, even though I've already quit.
I can fail, I'll do it again, I've played the game and lost the bet. I know I'm unsuccessful, a broken complicated mess, who can utter a few shattered verses of poetry, a watery smile at best.
But I'll squint as the moonrise continues on-
Because I have hope that my dark days will die with dawn.