The days are not

Some days the hope just starts to die.
A hollow ache within your chest,
You put your heavy heart to rest,
And have no strength to even try.

There are days when you are far away.
You're deep inside. Just a shadow is here—
Silent or rude, to all who are near,
But not the one who loved yesterday.

Some days the hope just starts to die.
A hollow ache within your chest,
You put your heavy heart to rest,
And have no strength to even try.

There are days when every path is lost,
Where a shroud is wrapped around the heart,
And even when friends try to play their part,
A quiet "forgive me" - you can say the most.

Some days the hope just starts to die.
A hollow ache within your chest,
You put your heavy heart to rest,
And have no strength to even try.

There are days where light is grimly caught,
No colors remain, no harmonies play,
It would be better if they stayed away.
At all...
There are days that are simply not.