I'm not in the mood to write.
I'm sick of poetry,
sick of narratives,
sick of my own emotions.
I wish it could all go away.
I want to dispose of my thoughts
with yesterday's garbage.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I can't breathe
anymore.
I just want it all to leave
and evaporate into the air.
My emotions have gone awol...
I'm hot one minute
and then cold the next,
and it's affecting everyone around me.
If I could just disappear
for just a little while
and finally get some rest,
all would be okay.
But all I can do now is wait
for the right time
to give up completely
and shut everything down.
I want a bomb to fall
on my head.
Samantha Bursich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disgustingly-emo/
