Wake.
Dress.
Work.
Starve.
Eat.
Sleep.
It's a cycle.
It never ends.
Why doesn't it ever end?
Just let it end.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
