Come what may

I love sundays in a way or 2,
because it marks the end of the week,
and a new week for me to struggle with.
Even though i know,
that i'll suffer upon the coming week,
i'm willing to let it come.
Come what may.
The faster my sorrows will end,
and i always tell myself, ever again to set foot in my school,
>Not even the bus stop. Come what
may, because i'm dying to break free.Free myself, free joy, free me.
And i always ponder,with thoroughness and care, when will my school collapse and turn into dust,
blown away by the wind. I'll be the happiest girl.
Come what may.