Days

The days have come
and the days have gone.
Some days I'm weak
and some days I'm strong.

Some days I try to
stand on my feet
and others I just
give in.

Some days I let him
treat me like crap and
some days I try to fight
back.

Most days I regret getting
myself into this and some
days I'm glad I have
someone.

Most days I wish someone
would come to my rescue
but some days I'm glad
they cant see.

Most days I wish I could
think for myself but some
days I'm so tired I'm
glad I don't have to.

Some days I wish things were
normal again but
most days I wish the days
would end.