What is the point of even trying,
All it causes is more pain and crying.
The days go buy and nothing changes,
The same old shit, same old strangers.
The rhyme is a stretch but so it goes,
Sometimes life sucks as does the prose.
Each day brings a different grief,
Steals the soul like a silent thief.
Sunshine fades into the clouds,
I hide myself amongst the crowds.
People looking, people staring,
Hide me from the world uncaring.
It does not happen every day,
But when it does, the feelings stay.
Eventually returning to the light,
The next day brings hope and a new sight.