• walkingpotato 6w

    Drained

    You don't know who really is there for you
    Sometimes people just say that
    "Hey I'm always here"
    But in the end, it is just you who's there for yourself

    I'm drained, tired, and exhausted
    Thinking how miserable I am
    And no one was there but me
    Sit and tell myself that I'm not enough

    My poems are like my brain
    There's thousand of words I can't explain
    That's why no one dares to enter
    Cause they'll be lost inside, chaotic

    Physically and Mentally drained
    Don't know what to do anymore
    But to lie down in bed
    Thinking where did it go wrong

    ©walkingpotato