A day
full of opportunity
full of laughing and friends
full of learning the new things
that are supposed to make you feel good
full of love.
Yet when I go home
alone, sitting in thought,
none of this matters
for my heart, behind walls of steel,
has not been touched
and it quickly grows cold again.
Nothing in this day
full of happiness and joy
matters anymore,
for the sadness waiting on the shoulder
to strike
has won until tomorrow.
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