Writing poems
Doing school work
Playing guitar
Were all a way of life
Were all part of a pattern i used to follow
Now i sit here
Not wanting to partake in anything
Wanting to be alone
Wanting to stay in bed all day
No motivation what so ever
I 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.
