Fragments

I feel I'm fragmenting into
These sharp cuts of glass
that hurt you like fear
The reaper Grimmest was sent to
Kill my joy, at last
Adulthood is here

I know not how to cope
But I can't stay afloat
My passion and my fun
Lost to a smoking gun
I'm alone, only friends
With the phone, I crone
For help but no-one comes

I cry in my pillow
That I haven't washed in a week
I can't bare it still, though
That I have schoolwork to complete
So I leave behind sleep
I don't worry 'bout what to eat
Procrastinate, play games
Work till I collapse and repeat

Author's Note

Experimenting with rhythm and meter while having a consistent rhyme and also talking about something I'm feeling.