Getting nervous, feeling alone in my brittle beige sitting chair.
Biting calloused fingers cause the nails aren't quite fitting there.
Tearing at the layers of tough bunches of skin cells
Cutting cuticles ****** cause the pain is kind of exciting when,
The boredom creeping in your soul leaves you
Desperate for anything that you can control, so
It eats at your digits and carves out your mind.
Until regret overwhelms all of the wasted time.