Is it still procrastinating

When I'm at the finish line

Just one more poem to finish it up

If it'll help everyone feel better

Apparently I'm just crazy

Let the death invalidate me

She killed herself so it's just disease

Because the symptoms are there

If we label it trigger, does it still hurt?

Right, because I'm just triggered

With all your mad men and mad world

Bullshit

You can't reach me

I'm too far gone to try, right?

Right between the fly trap on the floor

And your nails on my back

This is all procrastination

Because she won't really do it.

Never does. Maybe this time.

The mold on the shower curtain laughs

My stuff isn't packed, there's a mess

But there always is

Law of attraction he always said

Those weren't the words I listened to

But they weren't meant to hurt, right?

Meant to relive what happens every day

And it's already past noon

We always sleep the day away

And I'm going back to bed

In the tub with warm water until

My rigor mortis sets in

And you'll never know, right?

Right before you finally ask

Or finally see

I told you that you were blind

That was procrastination too.

Sludge in my veins, I'm in no hurry

This is how people get caught

But I know it'll work

Because there's nobody here to stop me

No saints in suicide so

I guess we're both wrong

I told you no one was to blame

As I sit here procrastinating

Sweat peels on my lip

I know I'm running out of time and

It frightens me a little bit

I wonder why so soon

But I've felt it for days now

Months even.

I've met my deadline.