Thirty-Five assignments;
So many things to do.
It doesn't make much sense,
But more I still accrue.
I used to be better;
More on top of these things-
Perfect to the letter;
A king among the kings.
But I am frozen now;
Incapable of work,
I just can't seem to cow
The duties I now shirk.
A cold terror takes me;
My body aches and shakes.
Nothing I do breaks free;
My will, the darkness takes.
It can't go on like this-
I know that very well...
All the windows I miss;
Trapped in this lazy hell.
I say I'll do it later,
That's what I say in my head
(My conscious is a traitor)-
Oh Dear Lord, just strike me dead.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
Thirty-Five assignments;
So many things to do.
It doesn't make much sense,
But more I still accrue.
I used to be better;
More on top of these things-
Perfect to the letter;
A king among the kings.
But I am frozen now;
Incapable of work,
I just can't seem to cow
The duties I now shirk.
A cold terror takes me;
My body aches and shakes.
Nothing I do breaks free;
My will, the darkness takes.
It can't go on like this-
I know that very well...
All the windows I miss;
Trapped in this lazy hell.
I say I'll do it later,
That's what I say in my head
(My conscious is a traitor)-
Oh Dear Lord, just strike me dead.
I think I'm depressed. No willpower, extra tired, not having as much fun as I should, putting off easy things and ******** myself over. I don't know what to do...
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