I don't want to
Get up anymore.
I'm sick of getting up,
When my only self is helping me.
Too tired, to even care.
Too exhausted to be even surprised.
But I'm relief now,
That there's no one there.
And then, it hit me..
They just waiting for me to come down.
But I can't anymore-e.
I'm slowly enjoying to be dumb,
As they say:
bye
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
