late night rambles

One of the things I hate the most
is sounding cheesy
But today, today I will risk it.

It seems my life
Is a thousand paces a day
And I cry
And I try
And with every breath
That used to hold inklings of hope
Now they contain breaths of death
of the tired
of the weary

i hate the sight of this laptop
or maybe I don't
I hate that I try
But no one ever tries back
I hate that I smile
But by the time someone else tries to respond
I'm too tired.

It seems all the seeds I've sown
They've decided not to reap
Or maybe they have
But no one cares