You wish you could be sleeping
Instead, now, you're just weeping.
Or rather you feel like it,
But you can't and it feels like shit.
Night after night, here you've cried,
Now your producer of tears has dried
Up and there's nothing left to do
But sit here and mentally torment you.
You don't deserve this, my teary one,
I just find this game rather fun
Taking your tears as you want to weep,
Crushing your heart as you want to
Sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Misfortune
Poetry!! WARNING: POEMS MAY BE DEPRESSING !! This book was originally for poems about sadness, now it's just venting in the form of poems.
