What is boredom?
Is it sitting on a bed,
staring at the ceiling?
Is it third wheeling
a girl and her boyfriend?
Is it watching through a window,
just watching the rain falling?
Or is it just calling
friends to see
if anyone answers?
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
