𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 ✦ 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚

Lassitude

Oh to be a happy one
breathing as it comes go me
oh to see like the shining sun
fall asleep under the sea.

I don't mean enjoy all times
I just want less thoughts of death
I still want to cry sometimes
only without gasping breath.

If I could get out of bed
and it wouldn't take all my delight
possibly I wouldn't dread
getting to the end of night.

No desolation in my chest
and empty holes inside my brain
promising to get me stressed
when I want to take the train.

No more tear stained suicide notes
no more me, I guarantee
no more messy, stinking sweaters
no more late night poetry.