It's late and my eyes want to close.
I'm laying in bed tying my hair into bows.
My god, what is wrong with me?!
I'm so fucking tired but sleep isn't an option for me.
All my friends are asleep,
Who am I kidding- they're devices their parents keep.
I saw four spiders today,
Each time I quickly ran away.
It was quite degrading.
My enthusiasm needs containing.
My friend is a bit crazy,
And just a bit lazy.
She's obsessed with Vampire Diaries,
She needs to calm down; she can't she's an Aries.
That didn't rhyme,
But I don't have time,
Okay, we all know I do,
But i could care less, what about you?
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Through Oblivion
Poesía"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
