The weekdays are a blur
The ends are when reality hits

For five days I'm numb to my pain
I feel okay
Daylight to night
But right as that sixth day enters
I feel an overwhelming wave
Of sadness and despair
All the joy inside of me during the week is demolished

I lose myself in the darkest times
The nights, the ends, and the dark

Where do I go ?

- 04/21/19