Its 5 o’clock on a saturday
and i\'ve run out of ways to pass the time
how many more hours until I can busy my mind
the quiet hasn’t been my friend lately
cause its filled with unanwsered maybes
Maybe it’ll happen again
maybe it won’t
maybe this boat is sinking quickly
and I won’t know how to keep it afloat
funny, how death can make you feel like a ghost
so I try to tie myself
to the floaties in my life
I call them friends and family
but I just refuse to let them see me cry
my pieces are supposed to be fix
I thought that was the deal
but I feel more broken than ever
because my inner scars need more time to heal
so I busy myself with work and school
each night I write these poems and letters
a clever way to make pain look cool
well thank you for reading
but now its only 5:15
time to write another poem
while I calm my mind with some tea