I'm filled with misfortune,
trapped in the past,
spending time all alone.
How long can I still last?
I'm so tired already
and my soul is dead.
Feeling so unsteady,
crying for help in bed.
Why am I so sleepy
literally all the time?
My thoughts are creepy
just like this rhyme.
I might die tomorrow,
or maybe day after.
So keep your sorrow
for when I close chapter.
YOU ARE READING
Deep poems
PoetryMy dark thoughts became stronger so I decided to start making deep poetry.
