Some days...

Some days..

Being awake doesn't mean being alive,

And living through it doesn't mean you'll survive.

Some days..

Even with the blinds open, the sun still doesn't shine,

And me being yours doesn't mean that you'll be mine.

Some days..

Pencils crack and pens start to leak,

And what you find isn't always what you seek.

Some days..

The sharpest of edges will become your best friend,

And you would give anything for all of it to end.

But some days..

The sun shinesâ?¦

You wake up and you know you will survive,

Sweet messages ensueâ?¦

You have each other; that will keep you alive..

And some days..

Make it worth livingâ?¦

You forget what it's like to bleed,

And those daysâ?¦

What you find will become

exactly what you need.