i'm overwhelmed by work
thousands of pages due tomorrow
kinda makes me wanna stab myself with a fork
it's much better than this endless sorrow
all my teachers think i'm a robot
they think we don't have lives
our only purpose is to be taught
it might be this way till the end of times
sleep? never heard of her
i️ only know homework
"of course, yes sir"
the thoughts of sleep, in my head they lurk
we must have fun and stay young
but not if it disturbs our work
yet it's still a shock when kids are found
by their necks hung
pills to relax us, the only semi-perk
living as a slave to my school books
can't you see we're human too?
YOU ARE READING
skinny dipping
Poetrya collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
