Time
Tick-tock, goes the clock on my dull grey wall
I'm still zoned out and anxiety is crawling up my spine
A wave of shivers washes over me
I'm running out of time
My nails will dig into my arm as I sit cross-legged on the floor
Willing the small hand to go backwards
My eyes add up the numbers a thousand times but the answer is always getting smaller and smaller
My arm is bleeding now
Each minute is counting down to my death
But It's not
I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm not on a time limit
Yet, every second we get closer, and closer..
There's a rock in my hand now
I'm whipping it at the clock
The glass shatters
Yet I can still hear the ticking echo throughout my head
Time will never stop, will it?
I'm still zoned out and anxiety is crawling up my spine
A wave of shivers washes over me
I'm running out of time
My nails will dig into my arm as I sit cross-legged on the floor
Willing the small hand to go backwards
My eyes add up the numbers a thousand times but the answer is always getting smaller and smaller
My arm is bleeding now
Each minute is counting down to my death
But It's not
I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm not on a time limit
Yet, every second we get closer, and closer..
There's a rock in my hand now
I'm whipping it at the clock
The glass shatters
Yet I can still hear the ticking echo throughout my head
Time will never stop, will it?