Eleven tries to look in my mothers eyes

The time is one am on the dot. (1:00am)
I'm very scared at the moment.
I feel like god put me on the spot
and I'm scared to stay ferment
The time is one oh three
and I feel like i can truly see
threw the fucked up web
passed the block of manipulative lead
The time is one oh five
and i feel numb and alive
a new start has not be tried
but the tears i cried now have dried
The time is one oh eight
and I still have a massive amount of weight
on my shoulders they lay
mother or father should i stay?
The time is one oh nine
I'm running out of destructive time
I want to be happy
my mind is running but my mouth is sticky and sappy
The time is one ten
my mind has not yet had a win
my words will not send
the realness it fends
The time is one eleven(1:11)