Boredom

Im writing this poem, it's not coming from heart. Im writing from boredom, uhh.. where do I start? My day has been boring, the night not looking too great. My body's too tired, though my minds quite awake. I slept all day long, it was an honest mistake. I’m checking my email, no messages will come. For it's late in the night, and no one is on. And yet I keep checking, cause there always could be, Another lame person, who’s bored just like me. Boredom is constant, it must live in the air. Cause its impossible to have fun, when boredom is there. I think I am tired, cause this poem won't flow. And I really am bored, which by now you all should know. So I guess it's that time, I'll just go to bed. No point of staying online, not much more to be said.