It's always wrong for me,
It's always left.
I'm rarely proud of me,
I wish we never met.

I'll cross that bridge once more,
Only when blinded by rage.
What was it all for?
Somethings are better caged.

I have nothing to say,
I'm irked and pained.
Another bad day,
Where I cry again.

Basically a summary of what it's like for me on a bad day.

Remember, bad days are there to make the good days even better. :-)