I think my obsession with time first started when my cousin died.
I was not even 8
She wasn’t even a preteen
Yet, I was being told it was her time
From that point on I became so aware of the time passing
And every night I would go to bed
Thinking
About how much time I’m wasting
Thinking
About my future
And how time is just going so fast, and I can’t stop it.
Feeling like I have no control of my life
And I’ll just be dead soon
But to the world I won’t be a person
I’ll just be another number