I don’t want to write today
I’m bored of all I have to say
It’s always going to stay the same
Trapped inside this infamous pain
My head throbs with the feeling I wish I never felt
My heart throbs with the thoughts, which never seem to melt
They say… one day… I’ll look back and laugh
As if by magic, with the swing of a staff
Well tell me the answers; I’m so sick of this writing
As though, all these lines will end all my fighting.