Eight Days A Weak

I'm going to make a plan.
A plan to have one day a week that isn't totally dominated by the aftermath of tragedy, where for the sake of others I smile and say,"It's okay, everything will be just fine."
It has to work, or I don't know what will happen, but nothing good at this pace.
My heart and mind are wearing thin and I'm not sure how much more of myself I have left to give.