Poem: I do not know

A week to end and day to dream.

Things happen that we cannot see.

We try to push forward, but our feet do not move.

You hurt all over and you must go.

 There is no end to the madness that you scream.

You want to leave, but feelings get in the way.

It holds you deep but keeps you at bay.

The things that you hate are becoming the things that you love.

You need to go but staying is all you know.

What to do is what needs to be done.

Will it happen?