I pretend to be a poem...

It is just another day,
the same old life.
And I try to breathe away
into the night.

Every second of my pain
awakes
a silent rage.
I just don't have what it takes.

I pretend to be a poem,
a thought, a verse.
I pretend to keep it simple.

Every thought is a mistake,
Everytime I write away
my life
I think
is it worthy,
today?