Day one,
I'm not going to jump the gun.

Day two,
It's only been a few.

Day three,
I'm starting to feel wary.

Day four,
Is that reality knocking at the door?

Day five,
Should I consider staying alive?

Day six,
I'm not seeing a simple fix.

Day seven,
What if this reaches eleven?

Day eight,
I'm beginning to feel hate.

Day nine,
I can't tell myself anything is fine.

Day ten,
There's no telling when.

Day eleven,
There's no turning to heaven.

Day twelve,
I start to shelve.

Day thirteen,
Affecting my normal routine.

Day fourteen,
This is obscene.

Day fifteen,
I don't feel clean.

Day sixteen,
All that I've foreseen.

Day seventeen,
Represents the age I am meant to mean.