-I'm over this BS, everyday of the week same mess
-Every month of the year same stress
-At what moment can my mind rest?
-Working too damn hard to still end up with less
-Than I started out with before, at this point I can't take anymore
-I'm over it
-Why does it have to be this way
-God, you see me trying day after day
-Didn’t even wanna wake up but you made me anyway
-So, the least you could do is take my stress away
-God, I'm over it
-It’s funny, looking at me you'd say “you're blessed”
-Yet many times I'm like God what the F, but I digress
-Trying to stay positive is incredibly hard to do
-When no matter how hard you try, the universe still seems against you
-This may sound ridiculous since you aren't in my shoes
-But until you are you just won't have a clue
-I'm over it
-Why does it have to be this way
-God, you see me trying day after day
-Didn’t even wanna wake up but you made me anyway
-So, the least you could do is take my stress away
-God, I'm over it
THE END
By: Cocoa Chadae
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Cocoa Chadae
Love, Peace, & Blessings to all!
I'm a freelance author, poet, & songwriter proudly representing the T in the LGBTQ+ community. I'm also a Sagittarius born & based in Cincinnati, Ohio whose divine purpose is being an artist & creator!
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