I need a breather,
for I have set a timer, in each fraction of my life I've never tried running a marathon but, I have always felt that I'm running out of time.
Every beat feels like ticking,
I'm afraid that soon it'll stop.
it seems like there's a timer
in my head counting down to every bad day except i don't know when the timer will go off but it seems like the time between bad days is slowly getting longer
let's be honest though i will never be mentally/emotionally stable
not death you should be afraid of but the timer it puts on life. ~♥~
I'm running out of time
running out of time! running out of time!! Just one more line one more line! one more line!! I'm running out of pages running out of pages! running out of pages!! Just a couple more phrases a couple more phrases! a couple more phrases!! I'm running out of ink running out of ink! running out of ink!! Just one last time, let me think! let me think! let me think!! I'm running out of escapes running out of escapes! running out of escapes!! Just let me fix one last mistake one last mistake! one last mistake!! I'm running out of time running out of time! running out of time!! Just let me write one last line one last line! one last ...!!
So little time, so much of it wasted...
been so conditioned to the
abuse that I set my mental timer to cry b4 we must wipe away my tears & fears 30 seconds
I was there when he broke your heart,
Like a savage,tore it into tiny parts, A bit here, a bit there, Scattered into shards everywhere. I saw you bleeding with sorrow, As if there was no tomorrow. I am sorry I could not help you heal your wounds, For I had not come around, I too, was bleeding, In pain writhing, He had left me too, In pieces I am still unable to sew.
Imminent grainy current
constrained in flight downward onto a pile of past moments /#dmperez
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The clock inside me, runs me ever so tightly I hear the wheels in my mind tossing and turning I want these empty feelings to stop but I know fate is inevitable Tick Tock The days of my life, are set in a timer The living air I breath are soon to cease The thoughts I feel will soon lose meaning
A poem that I’ve written years ago, hopefully it is still well today (:
After all, hourglasses are only filled so much.
Be happy. Move on.
It's 2017 now! New year, new people, new decisions. Don't waste it fixating on something you can't control. Life is on a timer. Just keep going, somethings are bound to get better. ;)