I just can't cope
Time is slipping
I lose hope
So sick of tripping
Feeling like a damn football
Bouncing between all these issues
After that ages-old fall
No one's there to hand some tissues
Life doesn't stop
Only I do
A painful drop
Screaming SUE YOU
Pulling at my hair
Groaning so so loud
Invisible tear
Weeping not allowed
I just can't cope
My head is spinning
Hanging from a rope
Cursed from the beginning
I 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 tough
Time is ticking
Pounding is my heart
Nothing is clicking
I am falling apart
Cursing everything
And everyone
These thoughts sting
I am so done
I just can't cope
This race is too swift
There seems no scope
Of a desperate mood shift
I 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 range
To 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!'
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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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Midnight Poetry (2): Dark Poems With Concealed Motivation
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