Ask me, and I'll say I'm getting stressed
Maybe I finally got depressed
Because I found out I've lost interest
I just need to get some restBut this rest may last some more
I don't want to do anymore chores
No one cares if I am burning out
When they care, I can't open upHow can I prove to be unhappy?
Is it to be on my status till they hate me?
I wonder so much what they think of me
Don't they think I suck at my 'reality'?It's nothing to be troubled with
They are just lines, I'll get it over with
If you like the rhymes, well it's fine
Because I don't like my heart's paradigm(when I'm anxious)
YOU ARE READING
DARK BOWL CALLED 'HEART'
PoetryJust poems that express my deep, dark heart....though I got illuminated by Christ's Light.