As the clock ticks away
I wonder if I'll make it till the next day
It's always the same old routine
There is nothing around that I haven't already seen
As the snapping matches the ticking
Blood begins to seep out from my wrists
No I don't care
Even if my life is as torn as my heart
I feel nothing matters anymore
And yet I'm constantly in pain when all they do is use me when they have the answer key
I am sick of it all
Yet I don't have anywhere I can call home now
And no one here willing or cares enough to fully listen when I call
The tears begin to fill up as I desperately scream out
No one will come
I am certain about that without a doubt
I am destined to be alone
So quite raising that condescending tone
My job is yet to be finished
That must be why I have never been successful yet
No matter how much I wish for it to be quick and easy
Everyone says I still got time
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The Leather Bound Journal
Non-FictionThis is some poems, random thoughts, and my feelings. I sit down and just write what flows from my head. Please, read at your own description. If it gets too much, don't let it get you down. This is for me to write what needs to be said, and for me...
