Is it funny
to watch me struggle—
to watch me cry?
Is it amusing
to watch me to tear out my hair—
to watch me bleed?
Am I just
some big joke
to you?
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.
