Not Every Day Is For Me

Not every day is for me, And I think it is quite true. I found me devastated in a tiring day And I wished for the time to pass through. When I was little, I had a cut in my leg, with a water bottle I was feeling guilty for breaking the water bottle, and I was trying to hide Not knowing that my every footstep had blood, going everywhere with me My parents did not scold me, not a single word to take against But I was too afraid for the broken bottle, not for me. I was feeling the same, after a long time... Maybe I am worried too much for an uncertain present. Trying to be calculative, not knowing where I truly belong. Perhaps it is time to kiss goodbye, the love of my life. For, sometimes, letting go has no other alternatives in life. I kissed the face of my boy at night, I was holding him close to me And I felt, nowhere is there for me to hide now, I wished these bleeding moments were not for me.