I Just Sit Here On My Bedroom Floor And Count The Coins I Found Near The Door Poem by Angelica Duardo

I’m jealous of the way they are
And of all the things they have

This is one of those days when I feel like I want to die
But I don’t even have the strength to let my eyes cry

I have all these other million things in my mind
I can’t even find time to feel bad about my life

So I just sit here on my bedroom floor
And count the coins that I found near the door

It seems strange
But the moment I begin
I feel sorry for myself
And I cry without any shame

I am jealous of the way they seem to never think
I can only wish I wouldn’t care about anything

This is one of those days when I feel like I want to die
But I don’t even have the strength to let my eyes cry