It is the ticking of the clock
Mocking me with each tick tock,
And the sound of all these words
Cutting through paper like swords.
It is the shallow breaths I take
Wondering how long ‘till I break.
It is the loud thump of my heart
Twisted like a piece of art.
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It is the little girl in me
That I forgot how to set free,
Wondering with her voice so sad
How have I not yet gone mad.
