It's 10:55
I'm losing my mind
I try to count sheep
But they just pass me by
I get up and sit
At my desk, bite my lip
What to write, how to feel
Maybe my humor conceals
Who I am truly
Could that possibly be
If you are not you
And I am not me
Then what is my purpose
Why am I still awake
Shut my eyes
Nope
Why am I here
The darkness I fear
Good night, broken world
It's 10:55
And like I said, clearly
I'm losing my mind
"Life isn't about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
Said the big chalkboard on the wall
In that gym lined with red mats
And chairs and chairs and chairs
I'll never forget
I feel useless
Unproductive
No one needs me right now
Good
I have nothing to do
B o r e d o m.
I can't stop thinking about you
I assign myself tasks
Keeping me occupied
When I got home
After those two days
Passed by much too fast
And then they were gone
And I was changed forever
When I got home
I remember
I cried and cried and cried
From longing
Comments
I love it! This was me so many nights!
Haha thank you so much! :)
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