Heavy Head - Hindsights

Slowly dying on my feet

Letting the ground engulf me

Every day I keep telling myself

That I don’t want to tear my hair out

Exhausting all my options

And I’m not even coping

Come 5pm and there is nothing left of me

My head is slipping from my palms

Holding my head up

The skeletons left under my bed are coming alive again

And I can’t think them away