There is nothing to do
there is nothing to say.
So I sit here and sit here
and sit here all day.
I wish I had an idea
of what there was to do.
But my mind is blank.
I'm stuck.
Like glue.
Can anyone help me
think of it too
but I cant even think
because there is nothing to do.
Life is so boring.
I breath and I'm bored
I'm bored i'm bored i'm bored.
And writing this poem
is boring me more.
