Tick tock
The clock strikes one
My mind's a mess,
My heart: a broken puzzle missing a piece.
Tick tock
The clock strikes two
My eyes are cold,
My feelings lie scattered in heaps across the floor.
Tick tock
The clock strikes three
My hands bear scars,
My soul: a candle that's been put out.
Tick tock
The clock stikes four
My fingers swell,
My nails: bitten and bleeding from the daily stress.
Tick tock
The clock strikes five
My skin is pale,
My mind: drowsy from the sleeping pills.
Tick tock
The clock strikes six
My legs are frozen,
My chest: longing desperately for a hug filled with love.
Tick tock
The clock strikes seven
My body breaks down,
It's time to get up
To face the dreaded world
That we all detest
I wish I could disappear
Like a speck of dust
Away from the world's view
And float freely in my own presence for eternity.
Tick tock it's time again
I wish this all could just end.
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PoetryQuotes and thoughts about subjects I explore in life. I'm not updating regularly, just whenever a thought I want to express in writing comes to mind. I apologize in advance if any of the things upset your own belief on subjects. Feel free to express...
