Somedays

Somedays are just easier
Somedays just make sense
Other days seem meaningless
And every other day I feel lost.
Time will tell,
Time will heal,
When the hell will this time come?
Lost in translation somewhere between here and there
A heart that feels empty, feels no love, feels no joy, and feels no remorse.
Somedays I wonder if it’s possible that I’m not even human.
A sense of lonliness yet consumed by something else but not knowing what that else is.
Somedays I wonder,
Somedays I hope
Someday is one day and that’s all I’ve got on this particular day.