These type of days...

In this type of days
I fear myself
Am I gonna make it through the rain?

I feel kinda lost
And not sure for what’s to come

In this type of days
When I look around
It feels like I don’t really belong

In this kind of day
I don’t think I’m good enough

There is dark in every place
Even in the brighter day

In this kind of day I just wanna go to bed
Hoping to wake up to a better day

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Sorry if that seemed a little too dramatic but yesterday I had a bad day, and what really helps me the most is to write about it. It’s like therapy for me.

English is not my mother language so of course I’m not gonna have a perfect English but for me it’s not really about the final results (which I try to make a decent job) but about how you feel. And I love writing. Will get better with time I guess. Thank you for reading.