petrified of 3 am
I set my clock forward. back .pull it out
through drenched & unexplainable fear
tiny little cuts running up and down
my costume, the one I wear
to try and fit in

but day by day it's wearing weak
its brittle heart remains to beat
its veins remain so black & blue
but it's inside of it that's melting down
pieces of me leaking through
all the holes they leave
from the lies they use
im draining weaker day by day
and in the end
it's only the strongest that survive,
or so they say.