Four o three
five o one
I'm staring at this gun.
six O five
I'm still alive.
i guess you could say you've won.
putting it down slowly i pick up my knife,
another bloody pain.
seven O clock
on the dot,
that pain really hit the spot.
drying up, my scabs are flaking
and yet my hand's still shaking.
eight O two
I'm still without you.
nine O five
my soul takes a dive,
i feel internally gone.
ten twenty
I'm still not sleeping
eleven O six
my wrists are beaten,
and i haven't eaten.
twelve O clock
I'm going into shock,
this loss of blood has me falling limp.
one twenty-four
I'm still starring at the door.
late in the morning,
early in the day.
i have no other words to say!
