Time to clock out
the hours click away
much slower now
waiting for my exit
my return home
i anticipate it more
even befor im there
as boredom grows
filling me up
a couple more keystrokes
another misplaced call
20 minutes left
i grow more eager
how much longer
my relief has arrived
i pack my bags and leave
for its time to clock out
fed up angry all i see
nothing like it used to be
not as i remembered when
just a little worser than
time to stop rhyming
time to stop drawing
time to stop being
time to stop
fade to black the things i know
fade away ...turn away
nothing is left
i lost it all
my smile a frown
my eye a tear
my soul a shadow
my form an abyss
dont look at me with those sad eyes
this is the way it was meant to be
didnt i tell you this is how it happens
all turn away.....dissapear
my hands shake
i cannot think
what does it mean
when you lose your thoughts
does it mean you're slipping away
does it mean you have really lost it
can you get it back
or will it stay gone
forever i wonder
my hands still shake
my eyes they wander
i hope it returns
i fought so long
was it in vain
that i be left with nothing
and it not return
i sit alone now
a small light defines my form
my new shirt is fading
the cuff of my jeans are dirty
all that i have i see
but it means nothing
pastic i pound upon
i type slower now
i rest a moment
and i type the last line
save the text and add signature.....something something something
truly yours....to my dear diary
i dont know.....i couldnt think of a better ending...and i didnt want it to look like siuicide. im far too good looking to kill myself lmao