Friday
Sometimes I feel like just going to sleep and
that I should just go to sleep and so I do
just go to sleep but then I wake up but
then my world has changed (not your
world; my world) and confusion
overwhelms me and I feel
like going to sleep again
but I know I can't so I
keep my eyes open
and I'm just so
tired of fighting
this cycle; it's
endless and
really quite
cruel.
YOU ARE READING
Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
