Today.

Today my bed was my only alibi. Today I forced myself to sleep away this unspoken misery I feel. Today was not my day.
Tomorrow doesn't look promising either.

Why all this hurry up and wait?
Why can't I just fast forward to a more purposeful existence rather than waste away in my own self pity?

Tis' the tainted life I lead, tis' the blood stained tears I cry, tis' the pain that raids my heart, as my dreams they slowly die.