Everyday

Everyday is a bad day
Everyday is a lethargic day
Everyday is a cruel day.

Everyday of these three years
Will be bad days alright.

Either it doesn't come
Or it comes all at once.
Leaving you unprepared
Lagging far behind
Chasing and stretching out your hands
For that goal impossible to achieve.

I don't want it that way.
I didn't mean it to be.

Even the smallest of steps
Can take you on a very different route
Sometimes one that will regret
But not just yet.

Who would I be
What will I be doing
If i'm not here
Non-existent at all?

Sicked
Or whatever you call it.
I just hope that it will stop.

What's the point of being sicked of the start of every new day?