it’s 6 am again -
i think i’ve lost the ability to lose control
because i’m falling into the hole
below my bed but
everything is different and
my heart is beating slow
                                                      slow
                                                           ­           slow
  
it’s 6 am and music isn’t helping anymore
i’m //sick// and //tired// and
what little self worth i have left is
flushed down the toilet in a swirl of acrid water

it’s 6 am and i’m crying
saltwater tears for a saltwater girl -
the ceiling is blurry
my breaths turn shallow, searching;
there’s a demon at the end of my bed
can’t you see it?

it’s 6 am and i want to die,
for real this time
it would be so easy to take the pills
but i’m weak
as well as worthless,
and as i drift off to sleep at 6:30,
the sun is rising to hide
my failures

it’s 6:30 and the stars aren’t helping anymore
it’s 6:30 and i’m alone