Clock Work Blue
Self esteem fizzles,
Popping bubbles like tiny glass,
Shattering myself worth,
The clock on the wall strikes one,
Darkness makes the room gloomy
everything turns grey,
As I close my eyes stars,
Dance in the black blue sky as someone,
cries out and,
doors slam shut as I sink,
into a pitof dispair of self hate and then,
Silence,
My eyes open,
I'm alone
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