The days I crack

Bad days are not bad days,

they don't tear my life apart.

I am still whole,

mostly look quite well,

and still standing firm.

Oh but you see,

Bad days come out of

nowhere.

Oh but you see,

they were there before

I

was.

And so that fizz just comes up,

bubbles that melt away,

my tears they rise quietly,

but they take over the day.

And my mind

it s

p

i

r

a

l

s

away, quite and loud and big and bold and whispers that tangle and push and-

I pull myself back up again.