I just can't cope
Time is slipping
I lose hope
So sick of trippingFeeling like a damn football
Bouncing between all these issues
After that ages-old fall
No one's there to hand some tissuesLife doesn't stop
Only I do
A painful drop
Screaming SUE YOUPulling at my hair
Groaning so so loud
Invisible tear
Weeping not allowedI just can't cope
My head is spinning
Hanging from a rope
Cursed from the beginningI am running as fast as I can
But it never seems enough
I do wanna be a better man
But all of this is so damn toughTime is ticking
Pounding is my heart
Nothing is clicking
I am falling apartCursing everything
And everyone
These thoughts sting
I am so doneI just can't cope
This race is too swift
There seems no scope
Of a desperate mood shiftI just need some time to rest
Is that too much to ask for?
Heaving up and down is my chest
As you are screaming WORK MORE!I am going to burn out
If this does not change
I am so sick of this self-doubt
And you defining my rangeTo peak at my future, I do try
But it's a horrific kaleidoscope
Desperate tears leak from my eye
As I scream out loud 'I JUST CAN'T COPE!'~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey there, depressed souls! I am back with another poem this Sunday. Hope you guys are doing great and better than me because I am personally so fed up. I almost screamed out loud 'THANK GOD!' when the week was finally over. It was pretty hectic for me.
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