Tick Tock

Counting without a purpose

Sounds a bit crazy

Feeling a bit worthless is just a phase see

Others quick to judge

But no one takes the time to

Dig deep but without doing too much

Drip drip

Running down a warm arm

Marks and bruises left for evidence

But no one cares enough to see it as relevant

Cry for attention?

More like a cry for redemption

Why did God make me like this?

Why am I never happy with this?

Splatter splatter what a mess

I am counting without a purpose