There Are Days

...when the anger and pain is so overwhelming that I can barely breathe.

...that I wish something would put me out of my misery.

...that I can't believe how easily depressed I became again.

...I want to destroy everything I come in contact because it's how I feel inside.

...that nothing seems pleasurable; even the warmth from a sunny day doesn't help.

...when I wished I could start over knowing what I know now.

...I want nothing more than to crawl back into bed and wait for a different day to come.

...I have to hide how I feel because I don't want other people to pity me.

...when I wonder why I have to go through this and how I can make it stop.