I sit in the dark at night and write
I write about how the world still turns though I lay still
I write about how anything I do has no effect on you
and I write about my depressed self
but don't think I'm asking for pity
because I know I have it so much better than others
don't think that I'm complaining
because others have it better than me
don't think
because I'm already doing it for you
I over think
I think about what you're going to say
and how I should respond
and then I realise that an hour has gone past and I'm laying in bed,
staring at my ceiling,
thinking up scenarios with you that will never happen
and I will think:
How much sadder could I get?
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts and Other Things
PoetryJust a book of some of my thoughts, ideas for books I've had and just anything that comes to my mind. Please don't copy, if you get inspired from any of these I'd love to read your interpretations ^_^
