Clock stop
Tick tock
Decaying no pit stop
Eroding in my foreboding
Baking in the shadows
Shivering in the light
Dehydrated
All I need is relief
As I die in this obsession
As I die in this depression
Take those pills
You have no time to be depressed
Stop being lazy
Go get dressed
Blistering and mourning
No warning, maybe reforming
The shadows still there
A living nightmare
Aching over my days
... Always.
YOU ARE READING
A boy in this f***ing world.
PoetryMy third album of poetry: tackling real life issues of love, mental health, heartbreak and being human. 6th June 2018. © 2018 Billy Waugh
