I am tired.
I want to sleep.
No one will give me rest
because they misunderstand.
I tell them that I am done
and ready to close my eyes,
but they don't let me,
so I'm still here:
tired,
groggy,
and I see little of the world.
So I ran away.
I will finally get to sleep.
I won't let anyone interfere-
I lock the door.
I turn off the lights
so that no one will see me.
I am done.
I will sleep.
And I wake up after 48 hours.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...