Category : Poems

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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.