One, the time that reads on your alarm clock as you think over all the people you have lost
all the things you have missed out on
all the problems you will be faced with when tommorow comes
One, the one razor it would take to not have to face tommorow
One, the one friend you would require to save you from this constant labrynth you are falling into.
One person who would hold you and hug you and reassure you at it will all be alright.

Two- the two kids at the back of the class who laughed at your hair the otherday because you havn't cut it in a month
the two kids who call you the names and say how your mumma must not love the because if she did she would work so you can afford some nice, clean clothes for school.
Two, the hours of sleep she gets before she wakes up to work the early shift at the mall and kisses your head to tell you she loves you.
Two differing opinions pulling you both ways and requiring a level of comprehension that your little head cannot take.

Three. The essays you must write tonight on the black slavery that your people faced yet here today you stand with not enough money to buy a computer to write these essays yet you must say how you got it so good?

Four. The four years will past this fall since your papa left you to hit the bottle full time, upping his hobby up to the level of love and attention that you never recieved or will ever be blessed with.
The four final letters you got requesting you rent that you just cannot pay.

Five.
Five little pills sitting in the white box in your bathroom.
Reminding you that you can, but you won't.