Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
You know it's bad when you wake up at two in the morning, moaning.
Then the moaning turns to crying,
The crying to sobbing,
And
Suddenly it's seven,
And you have to face another ******* day.

*Great
Hayley
Written by
Hayley
Please log in to view and add comments on poems