The clock keeps ticking
My mind's going crazy
What even am I saying
This happens on the daily
I always feel insane
I know it's just the brain
Yet I can't help but think
I'm being consumed by the air
I know nobody cares
Which is why I'm all alone
In this suffocating world
I'm slowly becoming invisible
Even though it's not all that physical
Yet every time I hear that ticking
My life is actually not even moving
I just stay in the same time zone
Without my life moving along
With that lovely ticking clock
Until it someday surprisingly stops
Will I finally be able to move
Move like a clock...
Tick-tick-tock
~Zoie Brashear~
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What Lies Inside You
PoetryThese poems here are poems that are ideas that pop in my head. They're indeed depressing and mainly about love. This description is kinda shitty I know but hey just read them would ya?
