Darkest Days
I'm living in a haze,
These dark days.
Some how always
Getting the best of me
Why won't they leave me be.
Just set me free.
My mom freaks.
My voice too weak
My dad sees
He just leaves.
But these dark days.
Even with the haze.
Keeps me safe.
Embracing me
I'm free.
The pain
With no gain.
The tears
When no one hears.
The haze
From my dark days
Lifts me up
And sets me down.
Only to be a clown.
To turn my frown
Upside down
Even though
I'm very low.
And my days
With my haze
Makes me sad.
Makes me mad
It also make me glad.
I know the haze
Acts as a maze
Taking me to places.
Setting up bases.
For me to visit
I know I'm gonna miss it.
When its gone.
The next morning
I got a warning
My beautiful haze
Stating a phrase.
"Medicine will make you better."
It enunciated each letter.
I cry
As it waves good bye
A finger down my throat
And a nurse who gloats
A tiny pill.
Just to kill
Put an end
To my only friend
My dark days,
Have never felt so dark
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