where are the good days
on a good day i could never stop smiling i’d say sorry a billion times say funny things to make you laugh on a good day the sun shines so bright the sky is perfect the sunrise, the sunset, the smell of rain on a good day i’m skipping about empowering and productive it looks like i’m doing great but the good days are gone or so it feels there are no rainbows or clear skies it’s always grey or dark or gloomy the sun is hidden i stop appreciating the sunrise, the sunset, the smell of rain the good days are gone or so it feels i can no longer smile as i used to breathing is harder than usual it’s rage, at times and i don’t know how to handle it i can only sit by myself i can only choke back tears the good days are gone or so it feels i no longer feel driven it still looks like i’m doing gre...