How many more minutes can I stay in bed until I have to get out and run to class.
How many more lecture slides do I need to sit through until I get to stand up and walk home.
How many more hours can I procrastinate until I have to start working on this paper.
How many more episodes until I finish the third season of that great new show I found.
How many more books do I need to read until I find a clear favorite.
How many more times can I plea for someone to help me.
How many more times do the words I say need to fall on deaf ears.
How many times do I need to be left on read.
How many more times do I need to be left behind.
How many more times do I need to tell myself that things will change.
How many times will I be proven wrong.
How many times will the ones who claim that they are there for me not be when I need them.
How many times must I sit on the floor and have to count on my fingers the things that are worth sticking around for.
How many times do I need to reach out first for her to finally realize that maybe I'm desperate.
How many times do I need to step back and realize that when I am not around everyone else continues on as normal.
How many times do I need to have these thoughts before they go away.
How many more days do I possibly have to live through until I realize that each and every one is unique.
How many more weeks can I put off making myself a better man.
How many more months will I continue to exist without a purpose.
How many more times must I try to let the world in only for it to kick me while I'm down.
How many more days will go on before they finally realize all I ever wanted was the little things.
How many more words will spill out of my body before someone finally reads them.