I killed myself again last night,

with the psycho analysis of the friend at my side.

And even though it kills to be so dismayed,

I delay, I progress, and I delay further days.

I look across my cafe, and the souls - they wilt.

They rather be eating than fill themselves with guilt.

Caffeine speeds past through the pain - 

simplicities achieved and the mental thoughts strained.

Tuesday mornings will never be the same.