To myself again

Counting down the days like a sinner hoping for relief from penance 

Counting down the hours of the day like a prision sentence

 

Counting my crazies and doctor's visits, 

waiting on my independence — my unwanted tendance killing us all. 

 

Counting the stars, wishing one would shoot

Counting my scars, my voice on mute

Counting the cars, like from that song

Counting down the seconds until I could belong ... to myself again.

 

 

 

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