Sitting,
staring at this screen.
My head is heavy.
I rest it in my arms crossed.
Its tired and worn out.
I lower the music,
& shuffle to a mellow tune.
I see nothing, my room is dark.
i stroke my hair wondering.
My fingers are sore,
but i cant stop the feelings
entering the blank white box.
...
Neck is sore, eyes are droopy.
anyone, wake me, bring me to life.
a life free from insecurity.
