Every Day

Every day,
when I lay down to sleep,
I count the mistakes I made that day,
wishing I could fix them one by one,
but I know that the past is the past
and that won't happen.
Every day,
before I wake up,
I dream of the nightmares,
the ones that will pick at me all day,
and I always think the worse is to come,
because maybe that nightmare will come true.
Every day,
as I walk down the street,
I watch the people pass by,
wondering why I never had the courage to talk to them,
or why they just keep on walking,
do they not really see the pain I’m in?
and Every day,
as I sit in the silence,
I lay my head back,
and do it all again tomorrow.