“I’m just bored,” she said,
but in reality she was just numb,
she didn’t want to feel;
she lay expressionless,
her hair spilling everywhere.
Her headphones tangled and twisted
to match her thoughts
her mind racing
people called her lazy
a waste of space.
Her books no longer thrilled her
“I read it already”
her music lost meaning
“It gives me a headache”
her sketches greyed
“I ran out of space."
She was bored
tired
not hungry
sleepy
alone.
Hardly anyone noticed her shadow disappearing.
-k.m.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
“I’m just bored,” she said,
but in reality she was just numb,
she didn’t want to feel;
she lay expressionless,
her hair spilling everywhere.
Her headphones tangled and twisted
to match her thoughts
her mind racing
people called her lazy
a waste of space.
Her books no longer thrilled her
“I read it already”
her music lost meaning
“It gives me a headache”
her sketches greyed
“I ran out of space."
She was bored
tired
not hungry
sleepy
alone.
Hardly anyone noticed her shadow disappearing.
-k.m.
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