Twenty Four Hours..

by Nick M

Twenty four hours can really take their toll,
It can breeze on by or it can swallow you whole.
It can bring things all together and it can tear them apart,
It can bring total elation or it could break your heart.

It can give you love and hugs,
It can give you loneliness and drugs.
It can bring laughter and joy,
It can leave you feeling like someone's toy.

I ask of these twenty four hours,What have you done for me?
It seems as though my self-forged chains will never break free.
Why do I wake up each day only to tie myself down,
I would love to just smile, yet I create for myself a frown.
I wouldn't know if the world wants me to succeed because in myself I drown.

A day tends to serve as my reminder of the life that I dread,
Unfortunately it's a constant cue to remember the life I've led.
I hate to have these thoughts that swirl around my head,
But sometimes I just can't help wishing that I were dead.

All it can take is a commercial for some medicine that promises happiness,
To make me think about the hospital visits that left me leaving with less.
I want to find a way to stop the daily barrage of feeling like a nothing,
Why is it so hard for me to accept that I can be something,
It leaves me lying down sleepless at night,
Wondering why I stop myself from trying to feel alright.

I don't know if I will ever understand the way my mind operates,
I just know that I hate that way that my mind berates.
Why oh why am I mechanized to self-destruct,
In 24 hours it just seems like I always feel that I de-construct,
Every single day no matter what surrounds me,
It seems that every night I lay down with only darkness to see.
I'll wake up tomorrow and shed a single tear,
Just praying that for once the tune of sincere hope I can hear.