Plaster - Mortality Rate

I’m spending my time writing about the days that I’ve survived

All the times that I have failed and how hard I’ve tried

These days are so fucking long

The hands on the clock move faster and faster, my hands are cracked

And covered in plaster

Nine to five just trying to thrive, I am killing myself one day at a time

The drink in my cup flows from the vine that grows through my throat and into

the sky

Ask me about the clouds in my mind, I’ll tell you not to worry, I’m doing just

find

My hands are cracked and covered in plaster