Writing poems
Doing school work
Playing guitar
Were all a way of life
Were all part of a pattern i used to followNow i sit here
Not wanting to partake in anything
Wanting to be alone
Wanting to stay in bed all day
No motivation what so everI get up for the people around me
Not because i want to
But because i have to
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poems
PoesíaJust some words strung in a pattern to release how I'm feeling and the thoughts that plague my head.