Happy or No?
Sleepy, I wake up.6 AM, my clock tells me.But I don't need it to say the time anymore,I know it already,as everyday, it's the same thing.It's the same old song,every day.It's the same old poem,being told, again and again.It's the same words coming from my mouth,until my tongue is dry,until there is no more sound.Every day,I ask myself, why?Is this even living?Or am I just alive?Surfing on the waves of shit being thrown at...