When The Clock Hits Twelve

When the clock strikes twelve,
It's already another day,
When the clock strikes twelve,
It's dark and lonely,
When the clock strikes twelve,
I feel like I'm abandoned,
Because no one cares --
I'm not destined to be here.
Ignore what I said before,
What I wrote in my poems before the tragedy,
Ignore the stupid old clock,
That hits twelve
Bringing back memories.
The annoying, bad, scary, humiliating
Those memories that I hate,
Stupid pathetic old clock,
Stop hitting twelve,
Skip it.
Stupid annoying clock,
Hits twelve bringning memories.
Oh, how I hate this clock,
Bringing back memories.
I wish it would fall
Into small little wee pieces,
I wish it would break,
Into small little wee pieces,
I hate it.
Stupid old clock,
Hits twelve,
Bringing bad memories,
No,
They're not bad,
They're evil, cruel, humiliating.
Stupid annoying pathetic old clock,
Stop hitting twelve,
Skip it.
Stupid annoying pathetic old clock,
Hits twelve,
Not listening.
Category:Poetry
Category:Dreams
Category:Life