It’s days like this,
When I feel alive.
Days like this,
When the wind blows a perfect feather into my lap.
It’s days like this,
When I feel welcome.
Days like this,
When the sunlight shimmers on the lake.
It’s days like this,
When I feel alone.
Days like this,
When I want to slash through my skin and smear the blood.
No one knows why,
I don’t think they ever will…
