Routine crap.

I’m so tired to listen to lie.
I’m so tired to feel the meek love.
I’m so tired, like I’m gonna die.
I’m so tired to write all this stuff.

I close my eyes, I’m going to fall.
I can not sleep, I’m tired at all.

It’s a new day, I open my eyes.
Was I sleeping or climbing the hights?
I’m so tired, I can’t even move.
I’m so tired, I’m losing my roof.

When you calling me, damn,
Thank you, honey.
Cuz it’s mean that I am.
String is funny.

I will talk, cuz it’s you,
Who makes gladness.
In my head, there is few,
Little madness.

I’m tired, my breakfast, then bus,
It’s a long way till I enter class,
Then these books and this ink.
I’m so tired, I can even sink.

Was it one of my full of all day?
Or my soul is injured and heavy.
Wanna lie in the bed and to lay.
There is nothing else I could say.
(Ноябрь, 2011г.)