The Next One

It's 2am but I'm wide awake,

and I know I'm not dreaming.

Head's so full of dark thoughts,

and I just feel like screaming.

And there's six more hours till morning comes,

as the first tears begins to form.

As I stare at my ceiling waiting for someone,

to remind me that there's more.


Each step,

one more towards breaking.

Sharp breaths,

don't stop nerves from shaking.

I can't live, I can't laugh, I forgot how to smile.

And even if I could there's no one around for miles.

So I beg of you what do you want world?

Do you want me gone?

Cause if the answer's yes, just hand me another bottle,

the last on didn't work,

but I promise,

this one won't take long.


12 o'clock and another meal,

But I still don't feel like eating.

Headphones in and up so loud,

Just to keep myself from thinking.

And there's six more hours till I can go home,

and fall back to the floor.

To sit and stare out my window waiting for someone,

to remind me that there's more.


Each breath,

one more towards fading.

These cuts,

don't stop nerves from shaking.

I can't stand, I can't talk, and nothing seems worthwhile.

And I'm so damn scared that I'm jumping at shadows.

So I beg of you what do you want world?

Do you want me gone?

Cause if the answer's yes, just hand me another bottle,

the last one didn't work,

but I promise,

this one won't take long.


Oh why am I so damn weak?

That I can't even stand on my own two feet.

And why can't I feel anymore?

Why does it all feel like one god-damned chore.


So tell me,

What do you want world?

Do you want me gone?

Because if the answer's yes, just hand me another bottle,

The last one didn't work,

But I promise,

This one won't take long

(c)11-13-17