Countdown

I don’t know whether or not I want a countdown, to the final day,

Or what I’ll decide to bring with me, or what is bound to stay.

I don’t know what you want from me, or if you even care.

I don’t know who to go to, and as far as I’m aware,

There’s a curse that falls upon the ones who want to try to help me,

The curse that made me push them all away, so safe they will be.

You fell into it’s grasp, and for that I wish to apologize

But there’s honestly no “sorry” that will fix it all, in your eyes.

Remembering that everything I call mine

All has an approaching deadline.