It's days like these where I question my existence

Low and below the usual saddness

Awaiting something more

Recieving nothing at all

Thankful but not 

Pessimistic as ever   

Days like these 

I am sad

Days like these

I am down

Days like these 

I don't get out of bed

Days like these 

I can only frown

When will things straighten out

When will I be free

When 

What do I need to do 

When 

What do I have to say

When What Where Why

Days like these will pass