• Tick tick tock
    look at the clock
    my wrists are slit
    and my heart has stopped.

    tick tick tock
    look at the door
    the police come through
    my bodies on the floor.

    Who do you think I am to them,
    another kid who took the pills,
    who grabbed the blade from his dresser drawer,
    and let blood soil the bedroom floor.

    Who do you think I was to them
    another one who gave in to sin,
    do I even matter anymore,
    I'm laying upon this cold, cold floor.