These Days

Thursday came and went again,
But not without changing it all.
How he loves to watch me stumble,
How he loves to watch me crawl.

Friday tries to hide her envy,
Because she knows no glory
Of decorating tragedy
In any heartbreaking life story.

Saturday might look for me,
But I cannot look back.
Because now I hide in Sunday's
Justified attack.

Monday is my clean slate,
I can change myself inside.
But Monday chuckles maniacly
When I can't gain my pride.

I hope that Tuesday might forget,
and run away with tomorrow.
Everyday, just picks on me
Delivering only sorrow.

Still these eyes will look to the sun,
Find another meaning.
A purpose to this sadness,
A reason for my being...