Desperate
to escape the day,
sleep
is almost the solution.
How
else can I avoid the pain?
Free
from responsibility and pressure?
Tired,
so tired of it all.
Haven't
I endured enough?
When
will it end?
How
will it end?
Shall
I sleep?
Or
shall I choose the unending rest
that
will finally free my mind and soul?
Desperate is harsh. Sleep? This poem is scary about your life I wish you chose to be your own person & not everyone elses. How can you breathe? I always thought of you as an intelligent girl. We all choose our path. God has a plan to see how strong we are. As long as you do right by You all the cards of life follow suit.
ReplyDeleteSometimes harsh words are all we have to describe with. Never fear, I shall persevere.
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