It was always so
            always this way.
With each new day
So full of dismay.
The feelings corrupt
Fading fast
Passing by,
Holding my breath
Waiting to die.
The dawn brings
No light.
No promise.
No love.
Just a trial of despair
To rise above.
The weekend
Brings no comfort,
Just the trauma
Of loss.
No matter
The price,
I won't pay the cost.