Today
I feel okay.
I listen to my friends about their problems.
Give them advice and a loving hug.
The day comes and goes
A bump or two in the road
But I feel happy.
The second day
I feel doubtful.
I can’t listen to anyone,
As thoughts swirl like a hurricane is starting in my mind.
The day is slow, unbearable.
The road ahead of me splits into two.
I feel doubtful.
The third day,
I feel so god awful.
The thoughts are the only thing I hear.
Time doesn’t matter anymore.
The path no longer matters.
I want it to end.
I want everything to end.
The fourth day,
I wake up,
To my dogs barking at my Dad’s awful singing,
I look out the window,
Seeing the sun fully up in the sky,
blinding me.
I smile weakly.
I feel okay.
I am okay.
And then the cycle repeats.