Some days

Some days I want to hold death closely and savour the moments with them.
Some days I want nothing more than for death to leave me be.
Some days I’m breaking apart and falling down a constant pit of despair.
Some days I can hold myself so highly that I feel like I’m reaching for the clouds.
Some days I feel so proud of who I am and so happy with myself.
Some days I can’t look at myself in the mirror without crying at how pathetic I am.
Some days I just stay in bed, hiding my tears and pain.
Some days I can wake up with the sun and greet everyone I see.
Some days I just want to give up and I say “there’s no point anymore.”
Some days I show life that I am better alive than dead.
Some day I will be dead and nobody will truly remember the anguish and struggles I went through.
Some day I will be able to look back and be proud that I continued my life.
Some day I will be all but a memory.
Some day I will feel the sun shine again.