This Mess

There are sad days for everyone, but these are the days to remember forever. We wear our troubles like iron necklaces.. can't you feel the weight? The shackles aren't locked, yet your desperate grip refuses to release. Let the chains slide from your fingers; you will find it surprisingly easy to leave them discarded on the floor. With the love that lies somewhere in this heart, I will live the hell out of these days to remember. I will live them like everyday is tomorrow, because who actually wants another chance at yesterday?