The Days For The Weak

Sunday,
Woken,
Out of bed.
Feeling tired,
But alive yet,
I can’t help but to feel a loss,
Of sleep,
Of night,
Morning must have a nasty boss,
For I didn’t want to wake up today.

Monday,
Too early to wake up.
Feeling moody,
But that’s not enough.
School sends me away,
Life can be tough.
Monday makes my whole day really rough.

Tuesday,
Better,
Just not energetic.
I feel like a car just drove over my tongue.
My brain won’t work right,
And my toes are numb,
But at least the day isn’t causing me pain.
Still, I’d rather be playing out in the rain.

Wednesday,
Great,
Maybe not a clean slate,
My eyelids still droopy,
But I can stay awake,
Lazy after school,
It’s better than more rules
To follow as I drag myself home.

Thursday,
Awful,
So close to the weekend.
A figure of Friday, but just an illusion.
I count the minutes, the seconds,
But it really just feels like I’m losing a year.

Friday,
Finally approaching the weekend.
I’m way too excited to feel tired at all.
Maybe I’ll go skating,
Or drive to the mall,
For today goes by quicker,
We want to go home.
But I’m too tired to stay up past three in the morn’.

Saturday,
Sleeping in,
The best lazy day.
Nothing to do,
So it’s all okay.
I feel like an angel,
Asleep on a cloud.
For Saturday,
The best day,
Is the only way
To live.