There will come a time
when I will leave home to lead
a life of my own.

I will work a nine
to five job, and lack sleep for
five days every week.

I will find a roof
to live under, a table
to place food upon.

I will pay for my
own bills; electricity,
internet, and phone.

But what I will not
do is forget you or all
that you did for me.

kittens are so cute,
how can you not like kittens?
what is wrong with you?

In that moment, the
truth finally hit me; which
was that; no 1 currs.

Writing shit haikus
is apparently what my
night is becoming.

thud after thud, the
rain beats against the window,
relaxing my mind.

For every moment you felt as if your life had fallen apart and for every moment you felt worthless, this clock in the back of your head would make a never ending sound; tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Each tick tock was louder than the previous.

For every moment you felt as if you pulled your life together and for every moment you felt like a million bucks, the clock would play a sound, but this time, it would only make a ticking sound; tick, tick, tick, tick.

Each tick was softer than the previous.

Until,

Tick

Tick

Tick

Ti

Ti

Ti

T
T
T

—

went the clock.

with each
inhale, and
with each
exhale, i
can feel
death, as
it gets
closer.

I have this urge
to disappear, to
get lost—with no
no desire of being
found, or finding
my way back home.

Thank you to patience,

For with it, I have survived

All of my troubles.