Does anyone else feel the ticking time bomb in their head?

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Seconds past and still, no one is there to help you

You're hiding from something, but you don't what it is

What it could be

What it should be

You're holding onto what you think is left

But in reality,

you're holding your own corpse

You're grave will read:

She couldn't handle all of the bullshit in her life.

I look in the mirror

The time bomb still ticking

Enjoy life

They say

But how can you if you're the one you're running from?