As each day passes,
Everything is worse.
My mood, my emotions and action.
But mostly I am.
It's getting harder to wake up again
To repeat the same routine
'every single day'
I'm so tired,
You cannot even understand.
Because I can't.
I'm slowly digging my own
Coffin, to not wake up again.
And now to sleep forever.
I'm tired, I'm so tired,
To be myself.
Not a chance to be it anyways.
Because I'll no longer can.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
