I can't lie; I'm tired.
Every time I get closer, I realize that I'm further.
And yeah, it's a bit overcrowded in my mind, and I'm struggling to find my way.
I used to run to my mind for answers, but it has decided to protest against me.
Why?
Cause they don't wanna hear from me unless I pay a price...
I thought the inflation around me was wild, but the inflation in my mind, disrupting the little I have left, is insufferable.
I can't even afford a thought!!!
I'm tired, and all I can do about it is nothing; make that make sense...
- Author: cerry ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2024 12:36
- Category: Unclassified
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