Too many bad days

So many. Had to burn ‘em.  
Bad days reflect my sad face,  
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.  
   
Nobody likes me.  
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody    
like me.  
Not even my shadow beside me can settle    
the light.    
   
See?  
   
Too many bad days? Might be.  
Said with a red face? Most likely.  
   
Sadness, anger, disbelief.  
The last three stages of life.  
Madness led me to relief,  
awareness built my hive for me.  
   
Way too many sad days.  
Too many led ways into craze and    
forced upon “I’m ok” ’s.  
   
I’m ready to leave her. Can you let me go?  
I’m collecting missed calls from G. Reaper.  
I read “yes” even when spelled as “N-O”.  
Clearly open to be deceived as the receiver.  
Hope is our worst collateral.    
Don’t you dare believe her.  
   
Too many.  
   
My best were few.  

I remember them all... sadly.