Can I?

Time Bomb

Tho she was, thus she is,

mothing more than anything. 

The feeling of lasting pain 

wanted her to shorten her days

the clock of life ticked way too quickly

which contrasted with her heart that went too slowly

two or three beats missed per melody

made her weary soul forget the song of life.

Tick.

 One moment she was fine

the next she was not

time bomb they called her

time bomb she was

ticking till the fated number reached zero

waiting for the tick to stop

hoping for the tick to stop.

Tock.

Maybe if she loved,

she would be loved.

so she tried that remedy

but how can a shattered heart

love another whole?

Besides

No one wanted to fix someone broken

Tock.

so she would ask herself

was she better off dead?

was she better off forgetting? 

and then her heart would flutter.

Tick.

Yes,she hated herself.

which would surprise many

but it was herself she hated,

not life itself.

Tock.

the only thing that held her tight

was fear

which contrasted

to the people around her.

Tick.

would she wait for the clock?

or would she speed up time?

But then something

or someone

snaped her out of those gloomy thoughts

Tock.

if her time was ticking fast

and her heart was beating slow

then she better

race against fear

and freeze her happiness.

Tick.

It got hard to breath

for this girl sometimes

but there was a reason to

or so she hoped.

Tock.

Tho she was, thus no more

everything more than nothing.

the feeling of fleeing happiness

wanted her to drag out her days.