Some days I feel like,
Chuckinig this whoe life thing,
Down the drain to where all,
Useless things go.
Some days I feel like,
Who'd care if i were gone,
Away for ever from this place,
Cause this city blows.
Where's everyone I once knew,
Gone?
Why haven't I've been able to talk to them,
As if they were still in this thing I call,
My life?
I write this poem,
As in not as song,
But as a poem in questions,
Before the grim comes for me with his shining,
sife.
Some days I feel like,
Feeling chipper and nice,
Not all this bleak and misery,
Where it's found in the darkest part,
Of my heart.
I've never known that side until this,
Year when my true ambitions shown,
And now when I enter the new year,
I'll have a chance to once again,
Restart.
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Submission Name: Some days I feel
