I wake up to sun soaked eyes
The light flooding into my rest
But the sad part is that
My window is facing due west…
I don’t find much use in waking
The days slip by into the past
That though my mind’s at ease
My heart’s beating so fast…
The nervous wreck I am
Can’t seem to think of better things
As I open fluttering eyes
To realize that I’m still breathing
It’s so hard to make my mind
Whether to get up or stay in bed
Cause what’s the point in getting up
When at night again the pillow rests my head
Why not just sleep this life away
Sleep, sleep, sleep until I’m dead!
‘Cause drugs and drinks and sex
The shortest gain in a longest life had bled
And now all I have is nothingness
And so bad of a life I’ve led!
“To dream of a better place
Is better than this, ” or so I said…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem