What time is it?

Today, even the sound of the water hitting my skin hurts.

It's starting to get harder and harder to be a human.

The constant circular motion of everyday life is starting to wear me thin.

I feel like i'm standing still in my life while everything, and everyone swirls around me. 

Is this where life begins?

I don't have many definite things in my life at 19.

I don't have a love life, a job, or many friends.

I have family and a house for now, but i will be leaving that behind in a few months, and taking a gamble on love. 

please don't let me down, am i making the right choice?

Laying in the dark, in my damp room, i wonder what time it is outside.

The light that comes creeping through the crack in my window shade dances.

How many clocks are ticking at this very moment? how many people are slipping away? how many people are being born into this world?

To many questions for....what time is it?