Some days

Some days are just shitty, rough and plain and hard

Some days you just don’t know who you are, walking around like a stranger in your own skin

Some days you want to quit, to stop trying so hard

Some days, not every day.

Just some days.

Some days even small things feel big, like an inconvenient call or a bad coffee.

Some days you feel hopeless,

But not all days.

Some days you’re just a gray cloud, hanging low and heavy

Some days your soul feels lost, but not forgotten

Not every day is a fight

Some days you just are.