Buzzing
That's the only way I can think to describe it
Buzzing
Bored to the point of insanity
Where it just pisses you off because all of a sudden your stomach drops and everything is so boring and you can't focus even if you wanted to because you're going insane and your brain is
Buzzing
It gets to a point where you just can't and no one believes you because if you're just bored then get over it
Because you have to pay attention and get these notes or remember what they said
But it's more than just boredom
It's boredom to the point of insanity
Where you'll scream and shout and are ready rip your hair out because your brain is
Buzzing
Just a low roar, a dull buzz, a gentle yet jagged vibrate
And it shakes and it shatters and it's irritates and you can't focus because you're
Buzzing
YOU ARE READING
Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
