Today Was Supposed To Be a Good Day

Today was going to be a good day, Blue skies and I could feel the sun's ray, For a split second life seemed just perfect, And for a while living seemed worth it, But the whispers were still whispering, They're not stupid they know I was still listening, Slowly the Demons drag my attention back to their Heckles, Returning the dark fog to my head soon the light becomes mere speakles, Today started off to be a good day, Blue skies and I could feel the sun's ray, But then my body woke and the pain struck like a stroke, And the pull of my addiction awoke, The blue skies suddenly became bleak and grey, The suns warmth faded and I could no longer feel a single ray, loneliness surrounded me as it began to consume me, Allowing entry for all the negativity to begin mentally torturing me, Today was supposed to be a good day, Blue sky's and I could feel the sun's ray, Maybe good days are just an idyllic illusion I can't find, Memories I've kept locked in my mind, But they no longer exist and I just need to come to terms with this, Now I live this nightmare I'm trapped in the darkness of the Abyss, Just me and my voice in my head a sorry state to be left, The demons tormenting and torturing me to an early delightful death, Today wasn't a good day because there's no good days left, The skys have died and the sunrises are dead.