HOURS: 
I don’t have the time; I push my fingers against the glass trying to hold myself up. I won't stop slipping down. Could I ever get better, While chunks of me fall and denigrate into sand. 
 
I'm losing myself to time. 
I can't let anyone see me like this, fragile to the touch. Falling apart if you push me too hard. 
I am soft and delicate like the waves on the beach, without the fury of the ocean.  
 
I know everyone knows, talk to me like I'm confused? My presence making unease as if I was already dead. 
I don’t understand what I should feel, I should accept my fate. 
 
Ironic that someone would push people away at their lowest. 
I'd hope they would forget, forget about what I'm doing to myself. 
 
I am at the mercy of the ocean wherever it may pull and push me. I lie there on the cold sand breathing slowly 
I relax. It doesn't scare me, not like it scares the others. I don’t understand why I need to be here.  
 
I need to be alone, in my own isolation, only when I can finish the plan set in stone by my universe.  
It's meaningless to fight it, a force too strong. 
 
I glide my fingers up my stomach, my skin almost breaking at the force. I bring it up to my chest.  
I softly push. pushing becomes grabbing, clawing the sand until it breaks. I reach deeper and deeper in me 
I strain my arm reaching for my heart. 
 
I won't let out a cry even, this is the end. My beating heart melts into my hand. I hold it up like an award.  
My thoughts are tranquil until I can't see any thought itself. 
I can't regret what I can't remember, memories of sand blow away softly.  
 
I am at peace with myself.