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Alexia Côté Jul 2014
Monday,
The first time of the week,
Where I start to feel weak,
People pass by,
Without looking at me in the eye,

Tuesday,
I feel better now,
I wish I knew how,
So I could do it once more,
When I start to feel like a bore,

Wenesday,
The pain is back,
I would’ve stayed in bed this morning,
Today I lack,
Of the thirst to be learning,

Thursday,
I’m almost done with this series of seven days,
But everything in my mind is like a maze,
I can’t find the end of it,
Just like I can’t seem to fit,

Friday,
I’m almost out of school,
I’ll get rid of these fools,
I’ll feel better once I’m home,
I won’t be in the corridors I usually roam,

Saturday,
I forgot about my problems at home,
I forgot my dad likes to hit my mom when she’s alone,
I feel my world tumbling down,
With nobody to help me around,

Sunday,
Soon I’ll be back to school,
Surrounded by the same fools,
I don’t have any control,
Of my heart or my soul

Yesterday,
I felt like my troubles were so far away,
Like I had a chance at feeling better for a day,
My past keeps haunting me,
It probably will be like this for an eternity,

Today,
I can’t seem to enjoy anything,
It’s really annoying,
I wish I could just smile,
For a while,

Tomorrow,
I’ll continue to procrastinate,
And hope for something better,
And hate my fate,
When it’ll think “whatever”,

My days seem to pass me by,
And I’m a day closer,
To the day I die.
All the days I could think of.

— The End —