Day

I'm tired of seeing the morning sun
Every time I awake to a black day
Everyday I'm mourning some
Time to time on every exact day 

I'm tired of the rain 
Not washing away my pain
I'm tired of the clouds
Never covering my problems to shroud 

I'm tired of life
So many plot twists, Catch-22
I'm too tired to die
So much mourning, enough for me and you. 

I'm love my enemies
They give me the sadistic reason to breathe
I hate my friends
They're only supportive once I've reached my end

I love to sleep
Can sleep off all worries and dream
I hate the alarm's beep
It wakes me up back to hellish reality and screams

I love my nightmares
They paint a beautiful summary of my life, scared.
I hate my dreams
Too optimistic and farfetched, bleak

I see darkness
Through the brightest tunnels
I'm blind to light
Even when everything is bright

I see hate
Even when everything's at peace
I see no peace, mate
Everything's so, blank.

I see nothing
Even when there's so many obstacles bumping
I don't see something
I blocked the world out, sucking. 

These are my views through Day
Everyday in which I never pray
Here I lay, depressed
Here I stay, a mess 

This is my regular day.