I'm sick and tired,
Of this same chair i sit on.
Of the plain old mug of milk each morning.
Of these same ol' faces i see everyday.
Of the same shit i've been dealing with for over three years.
And I've come to a point,
Where I'm sick and tired of
Being sick and tired.
This newness I seek,
Is cursed.
The new chair,
Isn't as comfortable as the old one.
This mug of coffee,
Is too bittet for my taste.
The new face I want to see is unreachable,
For the sociopath can't meet and greet.
These new problems I have, are too much,
For the old ones I still dwell upon.
I'm sick and tired
of the same old life.
I need something new,
Minus these drawbacks.
For that does not exist,
I ask for an out.
I'd like to put a halt to this monotony,
Cease this meaningless life forever...
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The Implications Of Affection and Other Things
RandomHurt, love, loss, rush. Emotions is what makes us human. The heart and mind run us into unknown situations everyday. We all have that phase in life when we fall deeply madly into love, or suffer from heart break, fits of anger, rush of old memories...
