Some Bad Days

Some bad days don't have an end,
They cut and grind and pull at your soul.
They twist and distort everything you see,
You can't tell who or what you might be.
All you can do is try to get through,
All you can try is to not keel over and die.
But it drags on and on and pulls you along,
You cannot get free, cannot escape.
You call for help but no one will come,
Or when they do you are too far gone.
You hide in yourself and pretend
That everything around you is at an end.
And even if you keep trying there's no guarantee,
That everything will end happily.
But listen my son, you must travel on,
You must keep on going and never stop.
For if you find yourself going through Hell,
You must keep moving forward.
You don't want to end your journey,
At a destination that you cannot bear to be.