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.