No Will

Day old drinking glass turned to an ash,

Cup,

And the week rolling by does,

Fill it up,

And,

I watch the dirt build on the floor,

Stains I see on every door,

I ignore.

Dishes fill the kitchen sink,

I do not wash,

I do not think.

I do not care to,

Clear the days mess,

I am the days mess,

I am the filth and damages.

Another cigarette to the glass,

Another ***** day has passed.

I do not want to be,

Here.

Garbage thoughts in my,

Garbage,

Mind.

There is no will to try and find.

I am the day’s waste,

I crave,

to **** time.

I aim,

To end mine.

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