I’ll Never Speak To God Again.

I Woke To The Sound Of Rain.

I Buried My Head Under The Darkness Of The Pillow And Pretended It Was Night. I Couldn't See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.

I Dream Too Much, Work Too Little.

The Day I Went Into Physics Class It Was Death.

I Don't Know How Long I Kept At It... I Felt Reasonably Safe, Streched Out On The Floor, And Lay Quite Still. It Didn't Seem To Be Summer Any More