my week

I cried on a Monday
My days seem pointless
It just wasn’t my day
My stride was listless 

I cried on a Tuesday
My weeks didn’t look good
It just wasn’t my day
Wanted to stay under the hood 

I cried on a Wednesday
My months were desolate
It just wasn’t my day
Wished I was there late 

I cried on a Thursday
My years haven’t been great
It just wasn’t my day
‘av had too much on plate 

I cried on a Friday
My youth hasn’t been fun
It just wasn’t my day
Sunk opportunities, didn’t learn 

I cried on a Saturday
My childhood was lost
It just wasn’t my day
Dunno what I miss most 

I cried on a Sunday
My life has gone waste
It just wasn’t my day
Pray god, wipe me post-haste.