Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014 · 495
Time
Callum Sep 2014
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
With each tick of the fading clock,
Another second floats away
It won't be long until my final day.

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
With each tick of the fading clock,
Another piece of me falls away,
The next sun will mark my final day.

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
The last ever chime of the fading clock,
The last piece of me falls away
I greet, like a friend, my final day.
Sep 2014 · 2.9k
Care
Callum Sep 2014
My friends tell me I've changed
My family tell me I'm different
But what do they care?
They don't know me
They only know who I pretend to be

I wish it was different
I wish everything could just stop
I wish everything could go back to how it was
But in the end there'll just be me, alone
Nobody cares, who cares, they don't care
I don't care

— The End —