Some days there aren’t enough tears
to wash it away and make me feel clean.
Some days they just fall in vain
and leave stains upon the floor.
Sometimes I can’t find the words
to drown out the sound of your voice.
I cry and scream and wail
the sounds of dying aren’t enough.
Often times I think of you
and the memories are a mess.
Scattered pictures, phrases spoken
so many words unsaid.
Some days are days like this
when all of it feels like hell.
When words and tears and screaming out
just won’t take it away.
On days like this I run
until the air won’t fill my lungs.
Until my legs won’t carry me anymore
and I end up exhausted and spent.
On days like this I want to hide
away from light and sight and sound.
In darkness and silence and shadow
where nothing gets out or in.
On days like this I usually end up
just sitting and letting it pass.
It usually does before too long
it’s just on days like this.