I killed myself again last night,
with the psycho analysis of the friend at my side.
And even though it kills to be so dismayed,
I delay, I progress, and I delay further days.
I look across my cafe, and the souls - they wilt.
They rather be eating than fill themselves with guilt.
Caffeine speeds past through the pain -
simplicities achieved and the mental thoughts strained.
Tuesday mornings will never be the same.