MY DAYS OF THE WEEK; A TRAP
I’ve you ever felt like you don’t belong here,
Well, I do,
Have you ever felt like this world doesn’t deserve you,
Well I do,
Don’t judge me don’t call me a fool,
If only I know why I hate what everyone admires and admire what everyone disdains.
The Dark is beautiful to me, the sun to bright for my skin
Pain makes me know I’m real fear calms me,
If I understood why I feel alone with everyone else and warmth in empty,
Why to bleed is only natural and happiness a bad dream.
Oh I’m talking to myself again,
well he’s the only one that would listen.
I can spare a few more minute he says with a smile ,
I’m happy you want to talk,
Too bad nobody seems to do that these days.
Why is it such a wrong thing to fail, the man that lives with my mother says I must succeed,
But I want is to be accepted because I tried.
Expections rapes me every time,
I’m too ashamed to speak.
Expections tell me I am a boy,
I am expected to be strong,
Sunday to be holy,
Monday to work hard,
Tuesday to try not to fail again,
Wednesday to appear to be happy,
Thursday time is running out,
Friday it’s over,
Saturday I give up mother , I give up man
I don’t belong here,
I hope you escape too.
SUICIDE MISSION POETRY 