Some days I’m up and about,
Wear my makeup and smile.
Cover my grumpy, sad face.
Some days I’m holding on tight,
Stronger than ever.
Not letting go, with the hope that
It’s gonna be okay.
Hoping my hope doesn’t vanish.
Because then I won’t be able to hold,
And stay strong.
Some days are days that I
Want to hold on to.
They are the darkest with the brightest stars.