Tik
One second gone
Tock
Another minute off the clock
Drip
Another bottle down
Drop
Feeling like I'm going to drown
Click
These thoughts keep coming back
Clack
My heads all out of wack
Tik
Tock
My time is up

I'm the sculptor of my life
Except
I've run out of clay
Not knowing where I'll go next
Please someone tell me what is my next play

I've wasted so much time
Time that's Impossible to recover
Wishing I had one more moment

When you were younger you imagined nations
Conjuring entire new worlds in your mind
Hoping to escape the real chains that bind
Holding you restricting you subjugating you to days already passed.

Now you sit lacking fuel to make new creations
You write you listen to music you game you do anything you can to protect yourself from future pains

One day you'll look back on all the progress you have gained

When God meets me he will look down and say
"Why" nothing else just one simple word "why" It just happens to be something I ask myself too
Why do I believe every lie that gets sold to me
Why do I waste my time trying to form bonds
Why does every solution I come up with fail
Why can't I express myself with my voice it's as if God's hands are wrapped around my voice
I try and try but can't seem to make any noise
Why do I write to heal only for those words to escape me too like a convict on the run
Why do I keep trying
Why
Just why
Why God
These are the questions I will have
When I meet God

I never really did quite belong

I felt like I was just always being dragged along

Every word I spoke was white noise like a fan while you sleep

I never really did make a peep

My head hung low

Lost in thought

Looking beaten and bruised as if I'd just fought

Well in some way I did and still do

I'm sure lots of you do too

The voice gets louder and the devil's get stronger fueled by my own thoughts

I only go outside when rain falls from the sky

it makes my tears not so clear

I guess Im still in fear of being a

Misfit

When words fail actions speak
When actions speak words fail