life is great until you're alone past 9pm
and the dread hits you harder than when you hit your head on the corner of the table that one time
you know that one time
when you were like 4 or something
and your biggest worry was if your mom was going to cut the crusts off your sandwich
or if you were going to get candy for dessert
back before life hit
can you tell i wrote this at one am trying to stave off the dread i feel just by existing
and school sucks the life outta you but you just gotta toughen up and get through it
study harder or whatever
act like you don't want to die sometimes
i really shouldn't be alone after 9pm
but if i wasn't then this poem wouldn't exist
so maybe life can be okay past 9pm
