Another Day
When I woke up this morning the sun was bright.
The air was crisp and refreshing.
A new day had begun.
But my heart was not in it.
My head hurt
My eyes were red and watery.
My heart was sad.
To me it was just another day.
A day to be lonely.
A day to hurt.
A day to think of cut wrists and pills.
Will i ever be the same?
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