Some Days

Sometimes there are hard days,
Days in which tears threaten to spill
And carve canyons through my cheeks,
Days in which my fingertips ache
To pull my hair out of its roots,
Days in which the thought of bleeding
Myself dry into the tub sound appealing.
There are hard days, some days,
In which getting out of bed is barely an option,
In which putting on pants and going out is torture...
Days when it's hard to breathe or to think or to feel,
Cold days where I have no more... desire.
I miss you most on those days,
And your absence is more bitter than ever before...
I miss you so much and I wish you were home,
So I can hide in your arms just once more.