I yawn and yawn and yawn some more.
This exhaustion seems to settle in my very core.
I make a list, and I'll do those things, I swear.
Today, tonight, tomorrow...eh! Just whene'er.
So what if I'm lazy? I couldn't care less.
So what if I'm tired? Perhaps I'm under duress.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
