Some days when my eyes open wide
in the morning,
I wonder why I am still alive.
Some days I am happy to be alive.
And some days I am so gray
that I am filled with thoughts of death.
Hidden so well that all you see is
a young man filled with life and no care of worry.
With a burdened heart
I walk around and watch my day slowly fade.
Exhausted from pretending to be someone else,
I drag my feet to my safe-heaven.
A place I will allow
my thoughts to throw a tantrum
and watch my mind break.
I will dress in gloom and fall asleep,
wondering if I will open my eyes wide open in the morning.