Bad Days

I'm in a messed up kind of mood and it was one of those days Where I realize that I have no luck but in all the worst ways The husband that's never home, and the inlaws that always are What is family anyway, just people who will scar It goes back to childhood really, I always just came last What am I really saying, that it goes back to my past But the truth of the matter is, I wasn't well liked anyway Always the second best and not first asked to play Such a young age when I put the wall on my heart Because of childhood lost and the family torn apart Never wanting to learn, and not trying to succeed But I played a good role at pretending to be happy Just going day to day, living a crazy life With every passing second just thinking I would die All these bad things seemed to happen and I seemed to only cry Like I was born with too many feelings, and I had to wonder why Always seeming to suffer, and it gets so hard to live Because the feelings that are lost, it makes me scared to give Maybe someone will notice, maybe they will see That there really are some good pieces of me