Eternal Sleep

I wake up to same thing every...single....day.

An alarm you might wonder,

Well no, its simply the depression that leaves me with nothing to say.

How can one find the sun with such thunder?


 

I'm sometimes ready to go for the eternal sleep.

To let the chill breeze sway me away.

To keep the floor away from my feet.

Happy is just how I simply want to stay.

 

But surely that I won't do so.

I need to learn from such mistakes.

Need to learn my lessons before I really go.

I want to surprise the small amount of real friends.

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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