In One Year
Deadlines get closer
Procrastination becomes an art
The clock moves far too slowly
But there are never enough hours in the day
Alcohol tastes better
You start to like the smell of cigarettes
You are a slave to caffeine
Breakfast stops
Lunch stops
Dinner is toast and orange juice at 11 p.m.
You are forgetful
And you are unforgiving
You grind your teeth at night
And sleep with your eyes open
You write erratic poetry
And obsesses over minute details
And you fret, and you worry, and
Frantically try to keep up
But you always fall behind
And it's never enough
And it's all for nothing,
And you are no one special and
Your heroes betray you
And your friends desert you
And the one you love unconditionally
Says, "Let's just be friends."
And you are left alone.
Frantic, and fretting
And fallen
And alone.
You just hope
Things will go a little better
Next year.
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