Post by renz on Sept 7, 2015 22:15:39 GMT -5
One O’clock, the depression settles in, feeling like spiders crawling on your skin.
Two O’clock, I start to daze, the room starts to spin.
Three O’clock, the tears begin to flow, no use in crying though.
Four O’clock, I pull my hand from the gun, I hide the notes.
Five O’clock, a large knot is growing in my throat.
Six O’clock, time to start the day, hoping one day the desolation will soon go away.
Two O’clock, I start to daze, the room starts to spin.
Three O’clock, the tears begin to flow, no use in crying though.
Four O’clock, I pull my hand from the gun, I hide the notes.
Five O’clock, a large knot is growing in my throat.
Six O’clock, time to start the day, hoping one day the desolation will soon go away.