washed up

washed up

A Poem by the writer of woe

I haven't written in months. I haven't met encouragement in a long time. My life has turned.

I go to school and I'm stressed
Everyone laughs, my hair is undone
I forgot to shower
It feels like they're watching me.
It's just "one of those days"

I go home, my family mocks me
No "I love you's" here.
I skip dinner and go straight to you
It's like they're listening for me.
It's just "one of those days"

You don't come
We text and text
Yet I feel empty
I miss you so much
I hate "those days"

But when every day becomes "one of those days",
It becomes "just another day."

© 2015 the writer of woe

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Honest thoughts and statements in the poetry.
"But when every day becomes "one of those days",
It becomes "just another day."
When life become too slow and people don't see us. Time to find a new place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Good job! The great thing about writing is that it can be a good escape from everyday life or "just another day" as you put it.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on December 11, 2015
Last Updated on December 11, 2015


the writer of woe
the writer of woe

Rockford , IL

I don't write for anything anymore. more..