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Category: Stream of Consciousness Poems

So Tired

I hate my words I hate my thoughts I hate my speech I hate my silence I hate this I hate all of this I can’t stand me   why can’t I just die in my sleep   I shouldn’t be here    I shouldn’t be here    I shouldn’t be here    I can’t live in this brain    I can’t anymore     I just can’t     I’m too tired    it’s too much   and I’m just too tired   I don’t know how    I don’t know how    I don’t know how    I can’t flip the switch    I just can’t flip the switch     I can’t     I just can’t      I can’t, yet I will    I will    against nature, I will    I don’t know how     I don’t know how     I can’t keep doing this  I can’t I can’t I can’t    why should I    why should they    why should they wait any longer     why can’t I be brave      why why why why why      I’m a coward        why why why  …

I’m Incorrect

Late night mind wanderings on how I’m a mistake, written late last night, forgotten, then found in the morning.


My existence
Is incorrect
Is a mistake
Is impossible to fix
Is a thorn in many sides
Is not supposed to be
Is not supposed to be
Is not
I’m not supposed to be here
I’m not supposed to be
I’m not supposed to
I’m not

February 12, 2025, apx. 11 p.m.

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