Painfully Passing the Time

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