(TRIGGER WARNING??)
It's about that time again,
Time for me to go.
When I've hit 6 o'clock
For the past three nights in a row,
I know it's time for me to go.
This tragedy keeps happening,
Though nothing happens at all
But I'll keep on imagining
That my world is falling apart.
Inside my head
I see things I never should have seen
I'll picture stories
That end badly
Especially those
Between you and me
I'll sing myself to sleep
Even though I'm horribly out of tune
Maybe a little melody will help me,
Help me close my eyes
But instead
I'll continue on
And watch the sunrise
My mind is all over the place tonight,
As it usually always is,
And this isn't so much a poem,
But a place to spread my fears
Because I read something once
About how the things that you're hanging on to
Are the things that will end up
Hanging you
And I picture things like that a lot
Things that I wish I had never seen
My body dangling under a tree
My body laid
Limp across the bathroom floor
My body no longer in motion
My body no longer alive
How I wish I could unsee it all
But the mind is not meant to be kind
The mind is not meant to be forgiving
You'll see things you want most
And you'll see things that can't be
Forgotten
Now it's way past late,
And I've erased more than
I've written
Because my mind is a fucked up mess
And none of this is making sense.
The birds are chirping,
So I think that's my cue.
It's time for me to go now,
And I probably won't be up until
Late afternoon.
