I'm tired of writing poems
Nobody cares to read
People don't know how hard it is
To carry this deed
I'm sure people open it up
And see the writing's length
I'm sure if it's too long
They would rather save their strength
I know this for a fact
Because sometimes I do it too
Sometimes I'm too lazy to read
My apologies to you
I'm tired of writing poems
That nobody bothers to like
It makes me feel depressed
And want to stab myself with a spike
It makes me think in depth:
Do I write **** or not?
Well if it is as bad as I think
I hope that **** gets hot
The world will go on as it is
Where I'm just another face
I guess I'll be forgotten
And I'll be buried in the days
I'm tired.