Sitting there deciding
Should i get out of bed
Why bother
Its not like youd do anything anyway
So ill just lay here
Looking at the ceiling
Its not that im lazy
I just dont want too
Drained of energy
No matter how much i sleep
Starting to do something
Then giving up
When you feel drained
Excited at first
But getting bored in the end
As the clock ticks
Staying in bed
Sun up to sun down
Lay looking up
Listening to the ticking
Its kinda reliving
But at the same time worry sum
Living your life
Already dead in your mind
Nothing that makes you happy
In the end
Its just you and the clock
Alone
Tick, tock
YOU ARE READING
depression :(
Poetryimma be leeting shit out and imma publish it as a mystery writer and hide who i am but dont say its fir attention bc it obv isnt if im not giving away my name its just to let stuff out and let people know there not alone
