The ticking of the clock rings in my ears
mocking my every waking minute
every day that I wake up and face the ,
neverending torture of the
monotonous ,
thoughts that make up the cascade of life.
every minute drags and feels like Im drowning in the waters of reality
Im breathless and silent
My skin clings to me like lard every molecule growing , expanding.
A constant grip tightly binding me screaming I am worthless
I am nothing
Breathing alone is too tiring
Heavy , Usually an unconcious decisoin to inflate are lungs and inhale oxygen
becomes a task that you must fight to complete
You think that to stop breathing would be peaceful
That for once the crippling guilt and anxiety that comes from simply existing will not be a weight dragging you deeper into the sea of despair
as the clock continues to tick and the day turns to night,
You wonder how you can make your internal clock stop
You are so exhausted and sleeping is your pause button
but you dont want to press play anymore
you want the pause to stick and
the clock to silence
