Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
6:01am I wake up hurt
With no desire to get out of bed.
These sheets resemble dirt.
I gotta get out my own head.
I want to quit my job
But when I speak I cower.
Bills have a hold on me.
My inner self calls me a coward.
This degree took all my cash
And I guess now the world loves me so.
I don’t know how long I’ll last.
I die and my company grows.
I’m going to die before 5:00
And no one here will really care.
My title will survive
To bring the next person to tears.