Tick-Tock 
The sound of the clock ticks away, 
Like my sanity. 
Friends must have left while I slept. 
Not a single pill around to lift me up, 
Someone must have taken my last one. 

John Player and Sons 
Sprawled out on the floor, 
No sign of another man standing.
I laugh as I look for a light. 
4am, I think I'll call Jo on the phone. 

The ticking of the clock gets louder. 
My brain is going to crack. 
My friend Jo won't answer his phone.
Feeling abandoned, angry and anxious right now. 

Tired of being left here all alone.