Perhaps the truth is I am lazy
And when my vision gets hazy
I close my eyes and drift away
Because I cannot bear to stay
It pains me to stay awake
And yet, it pains me to sleep
During the day I pretend and fake
I mourn the time I could not keep
It is so hard to do anything
Motivation is hard to come by
It truly is so frustrating
And I'm always asking why
I gave up on my dreams
I gave up on my hopes
It is not what it seems
I am bound by metal ropes
My wings have been sheared off
The feathers ruined and torn
At optimism I scoff
Because the path of pessimism is worn
And underneath this rhyme
I can only hope you hear my voice
I'm losing so much time
But it feels like I have no choice
My mind is riddled with lies
And I no longer know the truth
If I called would you hear my cries?
If I do nothing will I waste my youth?
The frustration rises in me
But it is not enough to raise motivation
Without this sickness who would I be?
Could I make use of my frustration?
But in the end it is no use
Because my weary bones need rest
And for now, I don't want to be obtuse
To deny sleep would not be best
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Poems (collection 2.0)
Poetry"Thoughtful, often sad, and angry poems. It's an outlet. A way to be heard. Not genius; only jumbled messes of the multitude of my thoughts fighting their way out of my brain. There's so much I want to say, but not enough time to say it. Here are my...
