Useless I.D. - Diary

It's a weekday and I cleaned my room again,
of endless moments I thought we once shared.
An open book, read every single page.
Naive enough to think that help is on the way.

Rise and shine a day awaits,
watching clear skies turn to grey.
It's a dead end road and I want out,
there's no return.
Let me know when will it end?
If only you were my only friend, I