All In A Week's Realization

Day one: I'm screaming, shaking, flailing my arms and running blind.
Will you fix this, save me, or is this ordeal only mine?
The sound of my knuckles cracking is the only thing that I can seem to hear.
Day two approaches, but the only registration is fear.
Again I look back, awaiting your smooth embrace.
But you're consumed by your pain, suffering, uncertainty of what more life has to bring.
It hasn't yet dawned on me, the worst may be our fate.
The loneliness fades in and out, and so I continue to cling.
As day three sets in, I feed myself the illusion of sanity.
Day four takes me back to earth as you reveal your vanity.
The walls have began to crumble, every word becomes a mumble as the shit storm brews; we call it day five.
Every feeling must be hurried away, so I can save you and play the role of asinine.
You wait up for me on day six, but it seems as if I've already gone under.
My biggest fear is taking away from your pain, which has become your thunder.
I can't be the sun in someone else's sky when I can't even find my own.
Clouds drift away as I realize, I've become your drone.
Day seven is the best and the worst, as there's nothing left to say.
And it's finally occurred to me: we've reached our end of days.