I am lost again--
a danger in my own mind.
Too tired to leave.
Too tired to go on.
Too tired to cling to sense.
So much nonsense cushions me,
blankets me.
Hides me.
It's so warm in there.
Let me stay. Let me sleep.
I'm tired.
So tired.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
