POEM STARTER

Include the motif of clocks in a poem.

Clocks can be representative of time, life and death, and opportunities.

Bleeding.

I’m bleeding.

I’m bleeding all the time.

Everyday,

Every night,

Even all day.

I hate myself.

Throw me away.

Treat me like a ruined toy.

I’m already numb enough.

I climb out of the void then fall back in.

I don’t know how to be okay.

I miss being young.

I miss the old days.

I miss laughing all the time.

I miss being happy.

I wish I was happy again.

But I don’t know if that ever gonna be happening again.

I haven’t been okay for 8 years.

I wanna be okay.

I wanna be loved.

I wanna end it all.

Who loves me?

Nobody.

Who hates me?

Too many people.

Who likes me?

Nobody.

Will I feel loved ever again?

Maybe.

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