Coffee
Dear, dear Coffee
I remember the days I was hyper
The days I was active
And now
I must rely on the simple caffeine of Coffee
So that I can wake every morning
Because I've given up
I've lost hope
I hoped never to see the morning light ever again
I lost energy
I lost my will to live
So now, I drink coffee
Every morning and every night
I drink coffee to keep myself awake
Because without it
I'd fall into a deep sleep that I'd never want to escape
Coffee is no longer just a drink
It's a lifeline
It's all I have left to keep me from losing it all
XXXXX
If I'm being completely honest, I ran out of things to write and things to say. I wrote about coffee because I'm drinking a coffee right now as I write this in my school's library. So yay. I mean, that doesn't make it all the less profound now does it? I mean, I think it still sounds profound. At least I think. Okay, I uh, I'm gonna get back to writing my terrible stories and novels. Ciao ciao.
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Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??