I'm tired of trying,
At every fucking point, after every few minutes, I feel like crying.
I'm tired to see myself try,
I see how I get up, I think let's give this another shot and after a moment I see myself cry.
Give it an hour, give it a day
and here we are after a week nothing has changed.
Don't ask me the progress of my work,
Don't ask me how many pages I learnt.
I have given it time and efforts,
It has fucked up my mental health and at points like this I wish I was a fuckin' nerd.
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I Don't Know Yet
Poetryhey there "I don't know yet" is a poetry book, I have kept my name anonymous because I wanna keep this as a secret from the people who know me. I might reveal it once I finish this book, which I'm not really sure about. My poetry is gonna connect yo...
