I’ve never been so bored in fact,
my mind stops working,
my brain attacks,
my fingers tap,
I bite my lip,
keep looking at the clock,
it doesn’t seem to tick,
doesn’t seem to tock.

I try to find things,
to say or do or make,
I’m even writing you to fill in time,
fucks sake!

I’m bored,
I’m bored,
I’m really bored,
I’m going mad with boredom,
bad with boredom,
sad with boredom.

If it’s possible to die from boredom,
then I think I’d rather not,
it sounds like an evil torture,
like feeling your own brain rot.

Time isn’t moving,
well it is but I cannot tell.

You see that being bored is my complete idea of hell!

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