Another poem...

Sit alone at the table
tick tick tock
i don't even have the energy
to look at the clock

is it day
or is it night?
did that situation
turn out wrong or right?

hot tears
pouring down my face
or are they cold?
my mind isn't in its rightful place

if i'm being honest
i'm not ok
won't be tomorrow
wasn't yesterday

the lines are blurring
more and more
and i'm trying to lock it up
my pain hidden in my core

i'll just build some pretty walls
around my ugly heart
won't let anybody in
nobody gets the chance to take me apart