3 'o clock
tick tock
bad thoughts
back talk
fist through the wall
water above my head
Sometimes I wish I was dead
3: 30
The dishes are dirty
My pain is unearthly
Im not worthy
4 'o clock
sit back and watch
Listen to raindrops
Listen to the beat of my heart stop
4: 30
Nobody heard me
The kitchen floor is dirty
Its still early
5 'o clock
They found me
Cleaned up the blood
There was so much that they called it a flood
5: 30
Its no longer early
My pain went away
Now I don't have to prepair for the day
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