You need to relax.
You work, I don't.
You need to unwind.
I wont bother you while you game
So you can relax.
You're not yourself on the games
But who am I to say
That coping by gaming
Isn't okay.
From the time you wake up
To when you sleep
You focus on the games
Not on me.
I fade away.
Im hungry.
Im weak.
But if I interrupt your games
You'll be angry at me,
So I wont say a word
As you game all day
And I sit in boredom
In total disarray.
You don't even notice
Every time I shut up,
So I guess it's what you want.
So i guess I'll fade away,
While I let you game.
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Poems for the average broken individual
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry tackling some topics very relevant to my life, including but not limited to: CPTSD, chronic Illness, depression, anxiety, dysphoria, dysmorphia, autism, childhood trauma, chronic pain, SA, lgbtq issues, discrimination...
