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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