Sinking

The pit at the bottom of your stomach exists just to  

Drop when you waste the whole day away, then look 

Up at a clock, only to find that you’re 

Burning and filled with self-hatred, swearing it 

Was just noon, the seconds too fast 

Now life’s a blur of just 

Trying to accomplish something to 

Show for your hours 

Only to see 

No more 

Time 

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Published in Teen Ink Magazine