Boring
Boring
Boring
Stress
Stress
Stress
Depressed
Depressed
Depressed
I feel so tired
Of what it is, I wonder?
I live an okay life
But I act so torn asunder
I know it's better than yours
I just can't focus
How can I be so coarse
When my thoughts only woke us?
Woke us from what-
The dark, the doom
It's nonexistent
But I feel it through and through
I'm never sure what I'm saying
Because it falls off my tongue
That's why we're still praying
That I don't get up and run.
YOU ARE READING
Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?