Chest constricted
BP high
Another Burger
Self-harm

I regret these moments

Dissociate
Not me, not me
Work to do
What to do
What comes first?

4:00 AM
Muscles tight
Choose something
Nothing's right

The night has come
To an end
The the light has dawned
Play a song
Zone out
For many 'whiles'
Indecisive
Produces ineffeceincy

While I worry
I kill my time
Production halted
Fullfiling the opposite

Of my wishes

I don't enjoy,
A thing but I
Sometimes feel
A passing rhyme
That gets me up
I stand to fight
When nothing in me
Has strength to move
An inspiration
Drives me through

But darker are times
When nothing moves
I lay in darkness
with Hope to renew