Today I’m going to have a good day
Today I’m going to have a good day
Today I’m going to have a good day
I repeat it three times before I open my eyes
Everyday
Started with lies
The pain consumes my soul
What’s left of who I was
The callers come every day, asking for different pieces
Each caller takes a little part of me
Nothing given in return
Today I’m going to have a good day
Today I’m going to have a good day
Today I’m going to have a good day
I yell these words over and over in my head
Willing them to be true
I beg the callers
“Please, do not come
I need my soul
This body can’t handle
What you have done.”
The callers never listen
Coming for what is due
Piece by piece
Part by part
The callers take their bit
I am a broken body
My soul, not much is left
The smallest of tasks are hard to fulfill
{Tying my shoes}
{Putting on my shirt}
I took these simplicities for granted
When I was not ill
Fatigue
Torment
Head to feet
I want the old me back
The one the world still sees
That person is gone forever
This is the new me
Today I didn’t have a good day.
