My Good "Bad days"
Celebrate those good "bad days"
They aren't as bad as it seems to be
Though hard, but they show the illusion of life.
All leave you, and you are left to your own devices
And none and nothing to look forward to
None there who love me and nor any I could expect from.
Happier the days, more the suffering they caused
For I knew not, some were around for some use I could be of
But that does not last too long
And I am once again thrusted to live on my own devices.
Reasons could be many, departed for some mistakes I made
Some known and some I was quite not sure of
But I love you, my good "Bad Days"
When all are there with me only at my good times
Why do I not surrender and be left to live on my own devices
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