Place and Money (Poem)

Misery comes from where the money is coming from,

Coughing from exhaustion,

Doing my best to love where the money is coming from,

Getting depressed with this place and exhaustion,

When am I going to find a place that has me saying “I love where the money comes from?”

 

I feel so stuck once again,

I feel like crying because I don’t know how to stop being stuck,

Why is this happening again?

Why do I keep getting stuck?

I didn’t want to go through this again.

 

It feels like the stress of this place is shortening my life,

My body is fighting to keep going,

I’m fighting not to hate life,

The only thing I can do is find something to keep me going,

I need a motivation to help me enjoy my life.

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