Outside my window lies a deep sorrow,

Wouldn't cheer me up if I would have won a lotto.

Droopy eyes and slightly red,

Maybe it's time that I go to bed.

Warm and cozy but still awake,

Staying up late was my big mistake.

Thoughts of misery dwell in my head,

Oh I think I'd rather be dead.

Awaiting depression to strike in the morning,

Eager to please I engage in conforming.

Everywhere I go I face rejection,

I find nothing wrong with my introspection.

Two hours later, dream-like images start to creep,

As I finally slip away into peaceful sleep.



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