5th day of July 2020
Her Torment
by yours truly
These days are quite bothering
By vague things that keep on running
It feels odd that I'm doing nothing
Not sure, is it just because it's boring?
I lay on my bed and stare the ceiling
Stopped for a minute as if I'm thinking
I'm too lazy to reach my dear phone
My mind can't figure what's going on.
I instantly stand as if gravity pulled me
Then laid again for my bed to comfort me
And let myself unwind for that moment.
Abruptly released a sigh followed by smirk
I was just certainly mentally tired and drain
By letting myself think of unnecessary pain.
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