fridays

fridays

May the ground break and swallow me down

when the day called Friday

I dont have to hate Fridays

for it is the day of my tragedies

for it is my torturing hours

and a day of where agonizing heart starts

I don’t have to hate you

For often hearing the strories of pain

The lies that paralize my vein

And make my name be stained

 Im wounded coz ur my knife

Hates me for the rest of  your life

Making me suffer all the time

Treating the sound of my cries as rhymes

Oh dear you are

No doubt, no love to trash my faith

Loves to see if im on grief

Being way with you

Sounds and feels to be safe

Laugh and happiness sudenly frost

Tears! Replaced by what is lost

May the ground breaks and swallow me down

When the day called Friday comes.