I got three hours
Of sleep last night
And the one day
Something new
Or exciting happens
I’m too tired
So when I notice you
Starting to stare at me
From across the room
Watching you find ways
To touch me
Brushing my arm as you go by
Moving your knees
Back and forth
Until ours touch
But I was too tired
To think about you
All I could think about
Was my cozy bed
Waiting at home for me
And now
Writing this poem
I realize that maybe…
I should try to get more sleep

3 hours,
to shower,
is observed,
but if you knew what I was doing,
you'd know,
its not enough time,
in the world,

A hour to start,
I get my buzz,
Its just a mike,
wont do much harm,
But I need to relax
my state of mind,
headaches all day,
not going to change in time,

an hour in,
I begin to compress,
I hate everything,
I've ever done to myself,
But will that stop me,
No,
because it hasn't stopped you,
So I'll bleed for a minute out of every burn and cut,
for everyone who couldn't stop either,
because were all inhuman,

and now I've sat here,
for two hours,
Water on my face,
Started standing,
in this hot water,
even turned it up,
and I feel cold,
so I'll freeze while I clean,
and bandage myself up,

we hit the three hours,
and the water stops,
and the last drops go down the drain,
like that will drain my pain,
but to just rid myself of a day,
I'd need to clean myself for a week,
and even then,
Nothing would change.