A Bed, A Book, And His Absence In Between

Two days of obsession
have led to an overall depression
that I cannot, will not, must not shake.
I know this digression
only adds to the many transgressions
thus making me, naming me, proclaiming me as fake.

I say, I say,
I will end this today.

But
Words are only words.
Weight is only weight.
Time is only time,
and I am running late.

They said you'd take this,
but I continue to break this
vessel you've provided;
I am a human divided
in two.
What can I do?

You say, you say
just end this today.

But words are only words.
Weight is only weight.
Time is only time,
and I am indefinitely late.

I say, I say
goodbye.
You say, you say
but why?

Words are only burns.
Weight is only pain.
Time is just a game,
and I am no longer playing.