the clock completes another turn as i sit in stilled horror
of another day i will mourn tomorrow.
my feet beg to not touch the ground
for it scares me to make sound
why must this day come so soon
the clock screams and its already noon
my teeth grind the food i made with dismay
as i stare at the clock and pray
oh i do not wish to continue this day
the ticks and tocks drive me insane
as another hour of my glass goes to vain
the tip of my pencil weeps in sorrow
as my fingers crinkle and my hands follow
i sit at the table with legs trembling
and read a book with words not worth remembering
the plant on my table begs for an ounce of sunlight
my bones agree and i refuse them with all my might
oh another day i will reminisce tomorrow
night comes and my clock doesn’t rest
oh when will she stop the torturous test
I lay in a cloud of smoke and lost hopes
as the ceiling fan dangles and mopes
my lungs are at my mercy and my brain is a follower
with each tick and each alarm i feel my heart become hollower
between the rotting walls 
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