I'm too tired not to give up.
I even told myself what should I have:
Space—so that I can breathe,
And peace, for I haven't tasted it.
They told me to sleep,
But I always found myself to weep.
It's terrifying yet so serene;
I was swayed by my friends, demon.
It's not the time at 3 AM
When they happen to appear;
I've been always with them
To ease where I suffer.
Even demons can be friends, too.
They saved me from crying over you.
They were there to embrace me
And put me in a poetic agony.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
I'm too tired not to give up.
I even told myself what should I have:
Space—so that I can breathe,
And peace, for I haven't tasted it.
They told me to sleep,
But I always found myself to weep.
It's terrifying yet so serene;
I was swayed by my friends, demon.
It's not the time at 3 AM
When they happen to appear;
I've been always with them
To ease where I suffer.
Even demons can be friends, too.
They saved me from crying over you.
They were there to embrace me
And put me in a poetic agony.
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