Clock Work Blue

Self esteem fizzles,

Popping bubbles like tiny glass,

Shattering myself worth,

The clock on the wall strikes one,

Darkness makes the room gloomy

everything turns grey,

As I close my eyes stars,

Dance in the black blue sky as someone,

 cries out and,

doors slam shut as I sink,

into a pitof dispair of self hate and then,


My eyes open, 

I'm alone

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