Life....I'm tired of life.

There are many time, when luck doesn't seem to be on your side.
You've lost your man, your job and your wallet today.
Maybe you should have stayed in bed instead.

It's so hard not to beat yourself up on the walk home.
It's harder not to give up altogether.
As you check the mail,before you walk through the front door
another bill, great.
When it rains it pours.

Such is the battle of life, not so easily fought.
That's why it's a battle and not a tea party, i suppose.
The days when you feel like a daisy, pushing through cement to bloom,
It's easy to convince yourself that the war futile.
Well, it's not.

At the end of the day, alls left to do is go to bed and hope, tomorrow is a better day.
If it's not, keep struggling through, the rising pit of tar.
Sooner or later, every dog has its day
and things will get better.