3:56 - Expire

Searching for inspiration coming up empty handed I’m running out of patience.

I feel so fucking stranded.

I killed myself in my mind at least a thousand times on all those nights where

I just couldn’t fall asleep.

Sitting there gritting my teeth watching the clock.

Couldn’t help but think about all I lived, loved, and lost.

I beat the piss out of myself.

I toss and turn inside my shell.

Just don’t know where I’m headed.

What’s the point?

I don’t get it.